Qinglin City.
As autumn ended, the temperature plunged. Icy winds began to howl again, and great flakes of Flying Snow drifted down from the sky.
Winter had returned.
For some unknown reason, the Grass Hounds and Grass Pigs that had been appearing so frequently just moments ago suddenly dropped by more than half.
Qian Qingqing carried her spear over her shoulder, puffing out breath from the cold as she fled back home.
The two Spirit Mastiffs watched her enter the residential compound with reluctant gazes.
The two dogs had followed the young girl through more than a dozen streets and witnessed her valiant spearwork firsthand. They had already become her biggest brainless fans.
They had seen plenty of people who were good at fighting.
But they had never seen anyone fight so beautifully. When she wielded that spear, it was practically like watching her dance.
If Qian Qingqing had turned around and called to them, the two dogs might very well have acted on impulse, quit their public posts at the Patrol Department, and gone to guard the young girl's home.
Unfortunately, she had not noticed their gazes.
The moment Qian Qingqing stepped through the gates of the mansion, she let out a huge sigh of relief.
Thank heaven.
In the dogs' eyes, the young girl looked imposing and heroic, but nobody knew how terrified she was inside. She had never experienced such intense fighting before. Every time she killed a Grass Hound, her legs went weak.
"Big Sister!"
Qian Changyun came forward, his tone filled with admiration. "I just saw you kill those Grass Hounds. You were incredible!"
Madam Qian held out a coat and said with some concern, "Qingqing, look at you. Your legs are shaking from the cold. Hurry and put this on."
Qian Qingqing leaned her