"Xing'er."
The older man before her, dressed in a black trench coat, was Zhao Shizhe, the current head of the Heavenly Capital Zhao Family.
He was also Zhao Xing'er's father.
She had not seen him for nearly half a year, ever since she had secretly run away from home. Naturally, she was very surprised to see her father in a place like this.
Tenderness and concern overflowed from Zhao's Father's eyes, but he did not know how to express them. After a pause, he only managed to ask, "Are you all right?"
"Of course I'm all right." After her initial surprise, Xing'er looked Zhao's Father over a few more times, then suddenly asked, "Did you kidnap Big White?"
Zhao's Father smiled. "I didn't kidnap it. I just happened to walk past outside with a few beast legs soaked in Spirit Pixiu milk, and it came out and followed me on its own."
"That stupid dog..." Xing'er frowned, then looked back at her father. "What did you come all this way to stir up trouble for?"
"Nothing much. I actually just wanted to test your companions." Zhao's Father smiled sheepishly and turned around. "Come with me."
Xing'er followed him all the way to the top floor, where she saw a row of men in black bowing to them. "Family Head! Young Miss!"
Sure enough, they were all familiar faces from the family. In the middle of the men in black stood an enormous dog bed, with a large white dog lying belly-up inside. It clutched several large, meaty Spirit Beast bones in its paws and was gnawing away with wild abandon. Beside it sat a large basin of beast milk brimming with spirituality.
Big White looked utterly blissful as it lay there, chewing so intently that it had forgotten the world