Its eyes were wistful as it seemed to recall the past. It seemed to be thinking of how it had stretched out on its master’s palm, and how wonderful it felt to be pet on the head. It remembered all of these things, and thought of its master….
Meng Hao watched all of this dumbfounded. His body slammed into the half-opened door, and the world around him began to fall apart. Everything inside, including the mastiff, disappeared. And yet, what he had just witnessed could never be forgotten.
The mastiff’s final glance into his eyes caused him to weep tears of blood, and kindled in him a blazing fury.
Back in the sixth matrix, the struggle within the statue’s eyes was completely gone. Its right hand lowered and opened up.
There, standing on the palm of its hand, was a man. He wore a white robe, and was extremely handsome. Swirling in the air next to him was a thirty-meter long Blood Dragon. This was none other than… the Chosen of the Li Clan, Li Daoyi!
He stood on the statue’s palm, an expression of utmost respect on his face. He knelt down on one knee and offered a deep salute.
“Junior pays respects to the Patriarch.”