Fishing Village.
Baili Pangpang, Cao Yuan, and Shen Qingzhu walked silently along the village road, the atmosphere somewhat stifling.
"Pangpang." After an unknown amount of time, Cao Yuan finally broke the silence. He turned to Baili Pangpang beside him and said seriously, "You went a little too far just now."
Baili Pangpang kept his head lowered as he trailed behind them, like a child who had done something wrong.
"I know... I didn't want to argue with Qingyu." Baili Pangpang kicked a pebble at his feet away and spoke with some frustration. "But just now... I don't know why, but as we kept talking, my temper suddenly flared up."
Clang—!
The pebble flew to the eaves of the neighboring house, bounced lightly off a corner, and fell into the doghouse beside it.
"Woof woof woof woof—!!"
Fierce, rapid barking erupted from the doghouse. A gray mutt suddenly squeezed out of its small opening and charged at Baili Pangpang, barking wildly.
Baili Pangpang frowned at it, a flash of hostility passing through his eyes. He pulled a short knife from his pocket and had just raised his hand when he suddenly froze.
He looked at the mutt charging toward him in the distance, then at the short knife in his hand. His expression seemed confused, conflicted... In the end, he put the knife away and lightly pointed at the mutt. A glimmer of spiritual light transformed into a slender Green Rope, instantly tying one of the mutt's hind legs to a nearby stone.
The mutt bound by the Green Rope stumbled and fell, but its four limbs still clawed frantically at the ground as it barked repeatedly at Baili Pangpang and the others.
Shen Qingzhu had seen every one of Baili Pangpang's actions.
He frowned as he stared at Baili Pangpang,