The other side...
Midnight in Zhonghai—the lights inside the villa were bright, and the courtyard was quiet, with almost no sound except for a few occasional strange noises.
Three figures gradually emerged from the darkness of the night, then they stopped, halting at the villa's perimeter.
All three had similar height, build, and aura, making it difficult to discern their facial features in the night...
"I wonder if that big white dog is still around. Back when we fought for the Magic Bracelet at the Greek Altar, that big white dog nearly took my life. It's truly laughable to encounter it again after five years."
Among the three, a thin man with defined facial features twitched his lips as if recounting that past event.
"Dark, the white dog you're talking about, is it the Eastern Demon Mastiff?" The old man seemed to recall the events of those years. After five years, it was tough for someone who endured the rigors of the Dark Prison daily to remember those bloody memories.
