C569 The Wind Dog

"No problem, I'll take care of it." Noksyn immediately patted his chest.

"Don't cause any trouble when you pick the spiritual herbs on the way..."

"Don't you feel worried about me doing things?" Noksyn's voice was still echoing in the air. He had already turned into a white light and flew out from his shoulder, landing on the ground, and disappeared in the blink of an eye