The truth has come to light.
Earlier, was it you who tricked Uncle Dog?
The little dog cast an oblique glance at Bai Ziyue, its eyes full of resentment.
"Hmm? This magic seems to have a much stronger effect on dead objects."
Bai Ziyue looked at the tree, where the venomous snake had already withered, then glanced at the thumb-sized meatball in his hand and made a judgment.
Compared to earlier when the magic was used on the little dog, he could clearly feel a sense of resistance. But with the venomous snake, perhaps because it was already dead, it was much easier to strip away its flesh and Essence Qi.
Without lingering in place, Bai Ziyue lifted his foot and began heading deeper into Gutong Mountain.
Suddenly, he paused, sensing that the little dog had not followed. He turned around and met the dog's oblique, somewhat resentful gaze.
That gaze seemed to say, "You liar."
Bai Ziyue was slightly taken aback and couldn't help but chuckle.
