"This... this senior is quite temperamental, isn't he?"
Yang Jian stared blankly at Luo Hou's departing figure.
"Woof!"
Just as Yang Jian's thoughts were drifting away.
A lively and energetic bark brought him back to reality.
The young man lowered his head.
He saw a snow-white, spotless thin-waisted dog, tilting its fluffy little head.
With its pair of coal-black eyes, clear as the purest obsidian, it gazed at its new master full of curiosity.
With remarkable intuition, it stuck out its warm tongue and gently licked the back of Yang Jian's hand.
Its tail wagged like a rapidly spinning little white windmill, full of affection and flattery.
Looking at this little fellow at his feet, so defenseless and full of pure goodwill.
Yang Jian began to carefully examine the Howling Celestial Dog before him.
He paced around the little creature, unhurriedly.
