He had barely escaped the wolf's den before stumbling into the tiger's lair. Lu Xiaotian couldn't help wearing a bitter smile. If he'd known the Zhenwei Marquis's estate had such powerful forces, he never would have barged in so rashly. The three exotic beasts before him were Nether Hounds, ferocious monsters with extraordinarily keen senses of smell. He hadn't expected the people of the Zhenwei Marquis's estate to train them as spirit beasts to guard their grounds. Lu Xiaotian considered himself quite skilled at concealing his aura, but he still felt uneasy about whether he could fool the Nether Hounds.
Lu Xiaotian was already dozens of miles inside the Zhenwei Marquis's estate. There was no way he could make a hurried retreat now; he would likely become the target of all three Nether Hounds.
If the three spirit beasts discovered him, the consequences would be hard to predict. Lu Xiaotian's expression shifted as he weighed his options. Then his gaze suddenly fell on an abandoned dry well. His eyes lit up. Quite a few fire-element vines grew around it, and there should be plenty of fire spiritual energy inside. There might even be underground magma. At any rate, as long as nobody came here often, hiding inside for a while would be better than clashing head-on with the estate's experts.
Lu Xiaotian's thoughts raced, but before he could consider it further, the fat man who had chased after the thief earlier suddenly turned back. He cursed as he went, threatening to break the thief's legs if he ever caught him again. Lu Xiaotian's face twisted with worry. The Nether Hounds alone were trouble enough; if they discovered him now, whether he'd make it out alive was anyone's guess. One of the smaller Nether Hounds seemed to have sensed something and