Uncle Tianshu finished his words in one breath, with a confident look on his face.

Ding Hao also nodded secretly. Tianshu's guess should be more or less correct.

In the distance, the illusory manifestation of the Three-headed Heavenly Hound was still licking the black puppy affectionately. Its tears streamed down in large drops, like they were real. They fell on the black puppy and morphed into brilliant streaks of light, absorbed into the puppy's ...