Enhanced by the Profound Mysteries of the Daoist Temple, the ancient figure appeared exceptionally majestic. He strolled along a quiet, secluded path, his palm gently stroking the Big Black Bull beside him.
Lu Xuan calmly asked:
"Speaking of which, where's the other dog?"
Beside him, Yang Erlang spoke reservedly:
"To answer your question, Martial Uncle, I've taken on a young disciple who is currently wandering the Red Dust. I had the Heaven-Barking Dog go and protect them in secret."
As he spoke, he glanced cautiously at the young man beside him, smiling wryly to himself.
Yang Jian was a man who feared neither heaven nor earth. He had faced Emperors and Buddhas, even the Celestial Emperor himself, but he had never felt like this.
But...
This Supreme Profound Clarity before him cast too great a shadow over his heart.
