As Yang Xiaotian was leisurely flipping through the books left by the Dragon Nest Holy Dragon experts, he saw a white figure cutting through the sky—it was the little white dog.
Seeing the white dog following him again, Yang Xiaotian smiled. It seemed like this little fellow was determined to stick with him.
Yang Xiaotian was drinking, the aroma of the wine filling the air. The little white dog ran to Yang Xiaotian, looking longing, and Yang Xiaotian, seeing this, took out a jar and tossed it to the little guy.
The white dog drank happily.
"From now on, I'll call you Little White," Yang Xiaotian laughed.
The little white dog stopped, thought for a moment, nodded, and then continued drinking.
Unknowingly, daylight had broken.
Yang Xiaotian closed the book, put it away, and walked out of the valley leisurely.
