Gazing at Black Mountain, which allowed him an insight into another version of the real world, Feng Qing'an felt somewhat uncertain about his own deductions. After all, according to the classification, this creature was a demon. By right, it should be restrained by the aura of righteousness. Yet, strangely enough, it was unaffected.
Aside from the aura of righteousness, Feng Qing'an couldn't think of what else these streaks of light might be.
"Black Mountain, go check out the yard!"
Feng Qing'an deciced to temporarily set aside this baffling matter. He issued the command to the wolfhound, through the consciousness he bound to it by the Soul contract. His physical body still sat on the bed, lips unmoving.
"Woof!"
A sudden voice in its head startled Black Mountain, but the wolfhound soon recognized the voice as a familiar one and started to get excited.
"Go to the yard!"
Feng Qing'an looked at the increasingly excited wolfhound and sighed helplessly.
