"Where did the little dog's barking come from?" Yun Mo had just come out of the house and heard a pitiful, whining bark. As he looked out, he frowned slightly, "Xiao Chuanzi, look, a little stray dog has wandered to the front door."
Wan Mingchuan followed with curiosity all over his face, "Indeed, it's a little stray dog. It looks rather pitiful."
Ever since Riverfront Village was completely destroyed and then invaded by the Ghost Realm, after Master dealt with it, the original housing and even fields turned to ashes, leaving desolate wilderness. It's been a long time since there have been any traces of refugees near Shuiyun Lake.
Now, suddenly, a stumbling little puppy appeared. He thought it might be a dog kept by a refugee family, either abandoned or lost, and didn't think much of it. Turning his head, he asked, "Master, there's a little stray dog at our doorstep blocked by the divine light. Can we let it in?
