Meanwhile, in the distance, the Beast Taming Old Man stared intently at that purple hunting dog.
It was he who had pulled strings to bring Eighth Miss here.
"Strange. It should have sensed that the cultivation technique was incomplete. Why hasn't it come looking for me?" He could not make sense of it no matter how hard he thought.
Naturally, he could never imagine that this dog possessed the mind of a human.
How could it possibly acknowledge an old, ugly man as its master? A sweet-smelling young lady would be more like it.
"It possesses innate knowledge, born knowing what it knows. Could it have mastered it without a teacher? No, I have to snatch this dog." With that thought, the Beast Taming Old Man was about to make his move.
But then he stopped again.
Because he already knew he was no match for that blind youth.
Wait, Eighth Miss was still under his control. He had given her a slow-acting poison.
Originally, he had intended to win the dog over with sincerity. Now, it seemed he could only resort to sorcery.
It did not matter. A dog's life was short to begin with, fifteen years at most.
Once the dog obtained the Saintly Teaching's cultivation technique, he would seize it through Eighth Miss, then use sorcery to control the dog.
Everything would be perfect.
No matter how clever a dog was, how could it possibly outscheme a human?
Two days later.
Eighth Miss was still trying to find out how to contact the Saintly Teaching when the contact came to her instead.
"Witch, your time has come!"
"You hypocrites of the righteous path are the true demons! We of the Saintly Teaching are irreconcilable with you!"
That sharp cry brought Wenren Sheng, who was practicing on