In the pitch-black, damp alley, a burst of dog barking echoed.
Two pairs of eyes, unlike those of humans, shone with beast-like cold light, staring at each other.
"He Yao, is this your doing?"
Fang Cheng's brows furrowed deeply as he fixed his gaze on the figure in the darkness.
The odd fellow before him emitted an indescribable eerie aura, as if a malevolent spirit had taken over He Yao's body.
Furthermore, there was an inexplicably familiar feeling.
"He Yao" lifted his head and slowly nodded:
"According to the rules of the hunt, since you know the prey has a master, you should not continue the chase. Call it off now."
He spoke deliberately and sounded quite old, like an elder who had held a high position for a long time.
Fang Cheng maintained his composure, continuing to clench his fist, taking a step forward.
He seemed to not understand, nor did he seem to care about what was being said.
"He Yao" saw this and a displeased expression appeared on his damaged visage:
