How could this person actually laugh while watching the Spring Festival Gala?
Yue Wen watched from the side, feeling greatly shocked.
As the little Golden Pixiu Dog darted into the house, the black-robed person stood up and turned around, revealing a middle-aged face covered in stubble.
"Hehe," he looked at the little Golden Pixiu Dog. "Didn't you already come back this week? Could it be that you've made another haul?"
"Wuwuwu..." The Golden Pixiu Dog barked a few times.
"Missed your mother?" The black-robed person naturally understood its language. "As long as you work hard outside, you'll be able to redeem your mother sooner or later."
"Wang!" The Golden Pixiu Dog barked again.
"Alright, alright, I'll let you see her." The black-robed person chuckled. "You've only been in the city for how long, and you've already learned to celebrate the New Year? I haven't even gone home to see my mom..."
As he spoke, he turned around and walked toward a small door nearby carved with array patterns. He pinched a hand seal to open this door, behind which was a small stairway leading underground.
The black-robed person led the Golden Pixiu Dog down the stairs, going all the way into the basement.
In the center of this small basement stood a sealed large iron cage. Inside the cage was unmistakably a crouching, oversized Golden Pixiu Dog. Its whole body was covered in golden mane, and its size was close to a lion's. It was currently closing its eyes there, its aura weak.
It seemed to have sensed something, suddenly raising its head. When it saw the little Golden Pixiu Dog walking over following the black-robed person, it immediately emitted a low whine, its emotions fearful yet anxious.
"I am showing great mercy by allowing it to come and reunite