Fu Tianyuan hesitated several tis, thinking to throw away his pride and beg frantically, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak out.
Because when they saw the deep, ancient, dark, and silent starry sky, those hidden eyes, and the sinister blood moon, everyone understood that this deity was not to be trifled with.
He would not bestow anything without reason.
They were not kin, and rashly begging would only provoke disdain.
In the end, Fu Tianyuan extinguished the thought of begging. There was plenty of ti in the future; having t once, there would surely be a second eting. They would take it slow.
He cupped his hands together: "We shall take our leave first."
The three of them left the mysterious space. Unlike their arrival, they were one dog short, but they had secured a significant promise.
It was uncertain whether the promise would be of any use...
Since it wasn’t sothing tangible, they couldn’t help feeling less secure in their hearts.
"Let’s go, there’s nothing more to see here, we should leave this place," Fu Tianyuan sighed and activated the Void Mirror.
A small circle of light appeared amidst the dense grey fog.
"Wait a mont," just then, the pleasant-sounding girl reappeared, still with her blurred features, and behind her was the white dog.
"Woof woof!" The dog barked a few tis, its aning unclear.
Contrarily, the girl handed them a slip of paper.
On it were written three characters: Black-clothed Guard.
What did it an?
"The secrets of Heaven must not be revealed, but rest assured, it will definitely be useful." The girl put her index finger to her lips, shushing them softly, then turned to leave.
"Thank you!" Fu Tianyuan bowed slightly.
Upon reflection, without the girl’s help, they would have been sowhat at a loss; it was only right and proper to thank her.
...
...
In a short while, the three stepped through the transport function of the Void Mirror and returned to the Jianmu Ruins.
The mountain breeze parted the clouds and mist, revealing a world filled with rolling green hills, like a painting from the Mortal World, as if everything hellish before had been an illusion.
But everyone knew...
It had truly happened!
The dog had run away!
More students gathered around, discussing eagerly.
"Teacher, you’re back! How co it was so quick, it seed like just a blink of an eye."
"You just left, and now you’re already back."
"It was indeed just a few breaths..."
"Did you see the Emperor of Heaven?"
Listening to their discussions, Fu Tianyuan’s aged face twitched a few tis, his grip on the note tightening.
This journey, was it a success or a failure?
He didn’t know.
He had only discovered that the "Emperor of Heaven" was very strong, possibly far surpassing the "West King," with a fundantal difference between them.
But the purpose of the "Emperor of Heaven," the extent of his power, how many people were under his command—all were mysteries.
Elder Brother Zhong Li hesitantly said, "We... have obtained a promise from the Emperor of Heaven, that if the West King truly harbors malicious intent..."
Perhaps, it was a success?
...
...
"Sit, stand, fetch the newspaper!"
Upon hearing the command, the dog got up, sat down, and then picked up the newspaper at the doorway, placing it on the front counter.
Old Wang saw the newspaper wet with saliva and couldn’t help saying, "When you fetch the newspaper, try to control it, don’t lick the text with your tongue, who knows if the ink is toxic!"
The dog licked its lips guiltily.
Wang Hao continued giving orders: "Go to the toilet to poop!"
"How do you guide the guests? Show !"
The white-furred dog, holding a sign in its mouth, wagged its tail frantically.
The sign bore several colorful handwritten characters: "Hello everyone, I’m Xiao Bai, the service dog here. Self-service for internet access please! You can pet , but please don’t feed !"
The sign was personally written by Old Wang.
Back when he was in college, he had won many a girl’s favor with his beautiful handwritten calligraphy.
"Good job!"
Wang Hao was overjoyed. With this service dog, business in the internet café was sure to pick up.
"Can you eat the food given by the custors?" Wang Hao pointed to a piece of grilled sausage that had fallen on the floor.
The white-furred dog stared at the grilled sausage for a long while, drool almost dripping onto the ground.
But with a mournful howl, it shook its body and refused the food.
"Not bad, it learns after just one lesson; its intelligence is high," said Han Xiaoyue.
"Why don’t I beco a Dog Trainer at a pet school? Hey, how about we start a pet school?"
"Forget it, you fish for three days and sun-dry the nets for two. Teach for two days, and I bet the people will run off."
"That’s... true."
Wang Hao happily instructed the new "employee." The dog was indeed very smart, quite human-like, and could understand many commands.
It even ran into the toilet on its own to defecate and, after finishing, pressed a button with its paw to flush. Of course, Wang Hao knew it was not because of his teaching but because its forr owner had trained it specially.
"Such a dog must be very expensive, right? I heard that guide dogs are worth up to two hundred thousand in the market..." Wang Hao patted the dog’s head.
Han Xiaoyue started searching for the breed on her phone, and after looking for a while, found that it was just an ordinary Chinese Rural Dog?
That was sowhat impressive.
But upon reflection, considering that in ancient tis, the Chinese Rural Dog was considered a precious breed, she felt relieved.
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