Though his strength hadn't fully recovered, every step he took was exceptionally light after shedding his burden.
Almost running, he soon spotted Lai Fu swiftly chased on the mountainside platform.
Its yellowish fur almost entirely blended into the soil of the slope, looking quite indistinct from a distance.
In front of it, a small white object was desperately fleeing.
It was a little lamb, seemingly not long since birth, its legs still wobbly, zigzagging with frequent feints. Agile, indeed, yet too slow, unable to escape Lai Fu's blockade even with all its might.
While fleeing, the lamb bleated for its mother's help.
But the flock feared Lai Fu greatly, long since having run to the other end of the platform, looking on indifferently from fifty or sixty meters away.
Aside from the mother sheep who slightly separated from the group, pawing the ground with her hoof in anxious worry, the other sheep appeared unbothered, after all, they weren't the ones in misfortune.
