The big white dog looked at Mo Hua's storage bag.
Mo Hua said, "That bone can't be eaten, I'm keeping it for a reason..."
"Really, I'm not lying to you."
"Next time there's something delicious, I'll definitely save some for you..."
...
After Mo Hua's persuasion, the big white dog finally calmed down, and with an aloof nod, it reconciled with Mo Hua.
"Next time I encounter evil spirits, I'll definitely bring a few for you, just bear with it," Mo Hua promised. "Now, follow me to the dining hall, and I'll order whatever you want as an apology."
With Mo Hua's promise, the big white dog finally became happy, wagging its tail, it trotted after Mo Hua.
One person and one dog thus walked down the mountain path together.
Behind them, on the towering ancient tree that Mo Hua had "cut" with Divine Thought into a sword, a sword scar quietly appeared.
It looked like a sword scar, but also not quite.
