The father and son both stared intently at the small black dog in front of them.
After roughly a quarter of an hour, the little creature became somewhat restless, and strands of spiritual energy began to seep out of its body!
Under the gaze of the two, the small black dog showed a trace of pain on its face, struggled violently to break free from Shen Wenxing's hand, and darted directly into the courtyard.
The father and son chased outside, watching the little fellow run around frantically, as if venting its energy.
It fussed about for nearly half an hour before slowly coming to a stop.
Shen Wenxing walked up, picked it up, and immediately sensed something unusual.
"Its life force has become a lot more vigorous; it should be fine now."
Shen Yuan used his feeble divine sense to feel the little black dog's condition, confirmed there was no significant issue, and immediately dipped his hand into some spiritual liquid and placed it in his mouth!
Bang!
