"I never repeat myself. You refused the wine I offered, now you must drink the penalty," the young man in purple sneered, whistling into the depths of the forest.
Trees shook and winds howled.
In just a few breaths, a large golden dog emerged from the woods.
This dog, nearly as tall as a person, was majestic and robust.
It was radiant in gold with a ring of white fur around its neck, pure as frost and snow. As it ran, lightning seemed to twirl around its body.
"To think that such a pure-blooded mystical beast exists in the Ninth Prince's secret realm," the young man in purple clicked his tongue. "Father really does play favorites."
He reached out, patting the golden mystical dog's head, then pointed at the black stray dog on the ground:
"You, take care of it and reclaim my medicine."
The Ancestor of the Blood Sea: "!!!"
"Bark!!!"
Much later.
"Mercy, my lord, mercy..."
