Ling Tianyu looked at his mastiff with great satisfaction; these are ordinary animals, not demon beasts cultivated to mastery, absolutely dominant.
Sima Hui wiped his face, sweating from looking at Ling Tianyu's pet; its size could match even a Tiger, perhaps even take one down.
Ling Tianyu petted his pastoral dog beside him; if it went up as well, there'd be no contest.
At least that red dog wouldn't be a problem.
"Let's go back." Ling Tianyu wasn't particularly interested; in the canine arena, you could say his mastiff was invincible, completely fearless.
Sima Hui escorted Ling Tianyu back to the Sima Mansion.
The mastiff wasn't harmed, and upon returning, it ate voraciously, having smelled blood.
Little did they know, outside the Sima Mansion, two groups had arrived — both lavishly adorned, wearing gold and silver.
"Young Master, that person went in there," a servant quietly reported.
