The great Lord Louis, who is thanked by thousands, is currently playing with wolves.
Leng Feng crouched on the grass, his ears quivering lightly, eyes focused, ready for Louis's command at any moment.
"Ambush."
Leng Feng silently slid into the grass, his figure resembling a silver-gray shadow, weaving to the rear flank.
"Attack!"
He suddenly lunged out, biting the suspended cloth target fiercely, swinging it vigorously several times.
"Retreat!"
He swiftly released it, deftly turned and rushed back to Louis's side, his movements clean and agile, without a single extraneous gesture.
After several months of training, Leng Feng could now expertly understand almost all of Louis's commands.
Whether it's lurking, attacking, or guarding, he executes flawlessly.
Sometimes he doesn't even need verbal cues, just a glance, and he can gauge his master's intention.
Of course, in these past two months, it wasn't Louis who trained Leng Feng, but Egger.
