Zhou Xuan carried Zhu Tingsheng, whose leg was broken, and walked into the night with Yuan Buyu.
He was not worried about someone stealing the treasure left by the yellow-skinned on the table, as his sister was there to clean up, who would dare to take it?
"Xuanzi, release your perception. This boy with the broken leg must be wrapped in dog skin every day. No matter where he goes, he carries the stench of dog skin and blood, which is difficult for others to perceive, but you can sense it."
Zhou Xuan closed his eyes and released his perception; a faint stench was accurately captured by his nose.
"Keep walking forward," Zhou Xuan pointed out the road.
The road was long. Zhou Xuan asked Yuan Buyu, "Is Dog King's skill in raising dogs different from the dogs raised by Zhou Family's Troupe?"
"Very different!"
