Across the vast expanse of the Star Moon Plain, the evening breeze flows freely.
A little grey dog is frolicking joyfully.
Within a five-hundred-meter radius centered on Jiang Wang, it runs back and forth.
Because it is quite small and the grass on the Star Moon Plain is lush, one can only see a tumbling patch of grey fur when it leaps up.
It's not entirely playfulness either; the ironberry it consumed has yet to be fully absorbed, and this extra energy needs to be vented through movement.
Meanwhile, Jiang Wang sits cross-legged, bathed in pure starlight, conversing naturally with Master Guan Yan.
Master Guan Yan's tone carries a hint of humor: "Why is it that every time I see you, young friend, you seem a bit disheveled?"
Jiang Wang's face flushes crimson: "I don't intend to…"
Master Guan Yan spares him too much embarrassment and changes the topic: "But why have you brought a dog with you this time?"
"We share a bond of destiny. It clings to me, so I decided to keep it."