A Foundation Establishment Trump Becomes a Spectating Witch

Riding down the mountain on Ziqing the wolf’s back was far more comfortable than I’d expected.

The wind swept coolly across my face, and the thick fog parted to either side each time Ziqing planted a paw.

A mountain trail that would’ve taken half a day on foot seemed to pass beneath us in less than thirty minutes.

I laughed as I clung to Ziqing’s back.

I’d nearly become an ingredient for a pill, and now I was riding down the mountain on the cannibal who’d tried to eat me.

‘Wasn’t that wolf actually a human in disguise?’

That ridiculous thought seemed plausible, considering how much Ziqing acted like a dog.

Wolves belong to the canine family, so technically, they’re dogs!

Rocks, roots, muddy paths, and broken branches whipped past, but Ziqing, now a wolf, charged on without hesitation.

Ziqing had said he was confident in his escape arts, and even I could tell he was impressive...