Fang Che knew that this region was incredibly precious for an existence like the Golden Horned Flood Dragon.
The growth of the Golden Horned Flood Dragon had no successful precedents, nor any path or experience to follow.
Perhaps this was the only opportunity for the Golden Horned Flood Dragon to grow rapidly.
How could Fang Che let him miss it?
The Golden Horned Flood Dragon was joyously beginning its actions, previously sneaky, but now with permission.
Thus, it proceeded with full confidence.
Its illusory body emerged from the Divine Sense Space and instantly transformed into hundreds of feet, swaying and howling away.
Fang Che felt a great sense of relief.
Once again, he patrolled three thousand miles ahead, collecting over a dozen spiritual medicines.
He then casually found a tree, set a restriction, and started to rest.
Time slowly passed away.
According to Fang Che's calculations, almost half a year had passed.
