The night was about to give way to dawn.
Within the back mountain of Jiang's family, a big black dog sat cross-legged with an air of seriousness, occasionally opening its eyes to sneak a peek at the two eyes in front of it.
Brother Mang coiled in a tree, while Bird Sister nested within her abode.
Only it was training so miserably.
It had expressed its dissatisfaction with this unfairness until Brother Mang whipped it flying, and after a bluebird carried it back, it realized that it was indeed subordinate.
As Jinye concluded his practice, the big black dog finally relaxed its stiff sitting posture and shamelessly snuggled over.
But before it could get close, it was disdainfully pushed away by Jinye.
"I've already taught you the mental method for cultivation, now you must practice on your own."
Jinye stood up and left.
The big black dog whimpered as if reluctant to part ways.
