"..."
Nie Jun was stunned momentarily before he materialized his body and dashed into the grand hall without hesitation.
As he landed in the dark, silent hall,
he was greeted by a sight that left him in astonishment.
Beneath the tall ancestral figure, the old black-backed dog was bracing itself, its forelimbs raised, warily eyeing the silver-armored figure approaching it.
Shen Yi strolled over at an unhurried pace.
Then he slowly crouched down, extended his hand, and playfully curled his index finger.
"Come here."
The crisp sound echoed through the hall.
Nie Jun was completely dumbfounded.
The old dog's pupils dilated, its body rigid and motionless.
Before its eyes, the silver-armored youth had transformed into a figure clad in a Nanyang white robe, the face blurry yet carrying a hint of kindness, leaning over extending a hand toward it.
"Lai Fu, come here."
It was the understanding it had been waiting tens of thousands of years for.
