Chen Yang stared at it and slowly walked up to it.
As Chen Yang got closer, the dog began trembling even more violently, as if convulsing.
Seeing it scared out of its wits, Chen Yang couldn't help but chuckle.
It had been so aggressive earlier—was this what they meant by "a dog depending on its master's power"? Otherwise, how could it be this frightened now?
"You're such a coward."
Chen Yang mocked.
"This dog... it does have a tendency to rely on its owner's authority, but its nose is incredibly sensitive. Its primary function is tracking things." Seeing Chen Yang's disdain, the middle-aged man behind him made an effort to defend the dog.
Upon hearing this, Chen Yang paused for a moment before reaching into his pocket and pulling out two spare training pills.
"Eat it."
Chen Yang threw the training pills in front of the wolf dog, signaling for it to eat them.