Mo Hua led a Big White Dog openly into the Disciple Quarters, drawing astonished looks from disciples all along the way.
"Senior Martial Brother, sect rules say disciples aren't allowed to keep spirit pets..."
"This isn't a spirit pet," Mo Hua corrected. "It's the Sect Master's watchdog. I borrowed it for a while."
"The Sect Master's..."
The disciples gaped. And they said you had no backing. You could borrow the Sect Master's dog whenever you wanted—even the ancestor's own grandson might only get this treatment...
The crowd whispered among themselves.
The Big White Dog, meanwhile, held its head high and puffed out its chest.
When following behind Mo Hua, it had been wagging along eagerly.
But now that it had entered the Disciple Quarters and was surrounded by a crowd of disciples, the Big White Dog became immensely haughty. It raised its head high, looking at people from beneath its eyelids.
It truly looked like "the Sect Master's dog."
"Senior Martial Brother, what did you borrow this dog for?" a disciple asked curiously.
"I have an important matter to attend to," Mo Hua said solemnly.
"An important matter?" The others were baffled.
Mo Hua could not explain it to them.
Tonight was the day the demons would be delivering "takeout." This Big White Dog had been invited to join the feast.
It was getting late, and he needed to hurry up and prepare.
Seeing that they were still asking question after question, Mo Hua pulled a stern face. "Have you finished your array assignments?"
The disciples immediately felt guilty and scattered in a rush.
Mo Hua shook his head, then led the Big White Dog to Yu'er's room.
Wenren Wei's expression was plainly startled.
"Young Master Mo, this is...?"
Mo Hua said gravely, "I have a feeling that Yu'er may