Inside a private room in the teahouse.
Tang Feng and Apu squatted on the floor, staring wide-eyed at Brother Dog, who lay fast asleep on the ground.
Not far away, Dragon Head sat upright in a chair, dressed in white as pure as snow, a folding fan in her hand. Her pretty face wore an expression of both speechlessness and curiosity.
Beside the long table, Ai Fei blinked her bright eyes and remarked in slight surprise, "A human soul in a dog's body. What a vicious dark art."
"I still can't accept that you disappeared for eight days and came back with a dog." Tang Feng abruptly stood up and shook his head. "And this looks like a mutt whose ancestry is impossible to trace. Looks about as smart as Old Liu-not very."
Ren Ye ignored them and simply looked at Dragon Head, who had just returned. "Bestie, what do you think?"
Snap!
Dragon Head briskly snapped her folding fan shut and said in a clear voice, "Could you return the five hundred thousand Star Source I invested earlier? To be honest, I'd like to withdraw my investment."
"Honestly, look at you bumpkins."
Putting on airs, Ren Ye enunciated every word. "Our Guide here has quite the background."
"Heh."
Tang Feng sneered. "Don't tell me this is Fan Erlang's divine beast! Hey, actually, that's not a bad idea. Take the black dog over and fool him into thinking it's his long-lost Xiaotian Dog. You might even swindle some good money out of him and sell a couple more houses."
"Ignorant."
Ren Ye rolled his eyes at him and curled his lip. "Once I tell you where he came from, I doubt any of you will still be wearing those petty expressions."
"Stop keeping us in suspense. Tell us, where exactly