The woods were serene.
The air was thick with the warm, pungent scent of blood, and the dew scattered on the wild grass beside the fountain turned a deep crimson.
Lu Tong desperately fended off the sharp beak lunging at her, the gray hound vicious like a cheetah or wolf, growling low as it knocked her to the ground.
A sweetness rose in her throat, her whole body felt as if it were about to shatter.
The vicious dog, excited again, lunged at her, this time aiming for her neck. Lu Tong instinctively blocked with her arm, and the dog's mouth clamped onto it, its sharp teeth easily tearing a bloody gash in her flesh.
Lu Tong's face went instantly pale.
"Fine work, Hunter!" At the other end, Qi Yutai dismounted from his horse and watched, his eyes red with excitement as a dog and a person tumbled on the grass.