In the ancient bronze hall, it was deep and silent.
Lu Chengfeng sat cross-legged on the ground, as if completely unaware that the white dog, which had been on the brink of death, had quietly awakened at some point, revealing its ghostly green eyes and terrifying fangs.
However, it was too injured, and its power was too gravely depleted, as though someone had broken its spine, leaving it to cling to the ground, casting a fierce gaze at Lu Chengfeng.
It glanced skyward from the corner of its eye, yet found no sight of the bright moon, first feeling a wave of confusion, followed by an uncontrollable euphoria and excitement.
"The bright moon is gone?!"
"Hahaha, she's dead, she's finally dead."
The white dog was so excited that it almost leaped up from the ground, "That damned woman kept me imprisoned in this coffin for hundreds of thousands of years."
"Damn, damn, she deserved to die!"
