This husky’s expression was truly something else…

Wang Sha was initially annoyed by the large husky’s face. But then he paused. Why get worked up over a dog?

“I must’ve been rattled by those little brats earlier,” he muttered, shaking his head. He glanced around the clinic again.

A small shelf stood inside. What caught his eye was a magical girl figurine displayed on it.

“Isn’t this Old Man Shen Zhan’s prized possession? Tricked into gathering dust here?” Wang Sha chuckled.

That figurine was Shen Zhan’s life-saving artifact—meant to be carried at all times. Yet here it sat, treated like ordinary decor. Proof enough: the clinic’s doctor had zero discernment. Not even a supernatural practitioner—just a slick-talking fraud.

True, the figurine was rumored to hold Seventh Tier power. But it was still just an object. Wang Sha himself stood at Seventh Tier. He feared no inanimate trinket in battle.

Aside from the figurine, everything looked utterly mundane. No one outside. The owner was likely in the back.

Just then, the husky rose from the floor, yawned without sparing him a glance, shuffled its hindquarters farther away, and bared its teeth in what looked like a smirk.

*Is this husky mocking me?* A surge of inexplicable anger flared in Wang Sha.

*Daring to laugh? I’ll make you cry. Cook you into dog meat hot pot tonight.*

White mist curled from Wang Sha’s body. He raised a finger toward the clinic’s interior. Dazzling light gathered at his fingertip.

As Recon Team Captain, his scouting skills were elite—but his combat prowess was no joke either.

Destroy first. Force out that so-called envoy of the Abyss.

Based on the kids’ description, the owner might have minor abilities. Irrelevant. Against his ultimate technique, petty tricks were useless.

Hallelujah, however, simply grabbed a fresh bag of dog food, munched with relish, and watched Wang Sha like he was entertainment. Then it lifted a front paw and waved—like bidding farewell.

*Bye-bye~*

*This dog…* Wang Sha seethed at the uncannily intelligent husky.

Suddenly, searing heat scorched the back of his skull—and what little hair remained.

He turned. Two pitch-black nostrils, fist-sized, huffed hot breath behind him. A massive claw slammed him flat to the floor.

“W-what… is this…?” Terror twisted Wang Sha’s face. The white mist around him churned violently, straining against the demonic dragon’s grip.

Before he could unleash his power, sharp teeth pierced his flesh, shredding tendons. His entire body vanished into the dragon’s maw—leaving only shoe prints on the pristine floor.

The dragon’s form faded back into the ink painting on the wall. Hallelujah finished its meal, ambled to its spot, frowned at the shoe print, swept it clean with a flick of its bushy tail, and settled back down—perfectly pretending to be an ordinary dog.

Less than a minute had passed. A Sixth Tier core member of the Azure Feather Society—gone without a trace.

Peering from a distant corner, several boys stood frozen, ashen-faced.

*So terrifying.* An ink painting summoning a demonic dragon. A husky handling chaos with unshakable calm and “understanding.” A Seventh Tier artifact treated as decor…

Nothing in this clinic was ordinary.

Their adversary was no mere doctor.

“He really is the envoy from the Abyss,” Ah Biao whispered.

The others nodded mutely.

“We should hand this to the Hero Association… let them report to our chief president,” Ah Biao added, eyeing the box in his hands with lingering fear.

Meanwhile, Lu Feng stepped out after bathing Yuzi. Sleeves rolled, towel drying water from his hands.

“No visitors just now?” he asked, lowering the roll-up curtain.

*“Woof!”* Hallelujah barked from the floor.

“Guess not,” Lu Feng shrugged, gazing at the fully darkened street.

Just another uneventful day.

…

Deep within an unnamed mountain range, an underground palace flickered to life with eerie azure light.

“So the Wolf King’s gone missing?” A child’s voice echoed from the throne.

Pitch darkness shrouded the seat. Masked figures in purple robes exchanged uneasy glances.

This was the residence of Hall Master Qitong of the Pantheon Cult’s branch.

His ability? Instant death by poison to anyone who touched him. The price? Eternal confinement in a child’s body.

“Can’t even handle such a trivial matter,” Qitong scoffed.

Normally beneath his notice—but the Wolf King was a formidable demon. His mysterious disappearance concerned headquarters enough to assign *him* the task.

“You know my standards. Does a clinic doctor warrant my involvement?” Qitong addressed the gray rat demon before him.

“The Cult Leader says the ‘Eye of Divinity’ planted in Nanzhou is nearing activation. At this critical moment, he wants no disruptions,” the gray rat replied.

“The Eye of Divinity… activating already?” A trace of surprise crossed Qitong’s face.

“It belonged to a deceased ancient deity. The Divine Envoy recovered only one dormant eye,” the rat murmured mysteriously. “His plan… is to resurrect the Primordial God.”

“Resurrect the Primordial God!” Qitong’s expression shifted—then stilled.

Primordial Gods had vanished from the modern world. Yet within cosmic order, they were absolute rulers: supreme, unrivaled sovereigns.

To resurrect one would trigger cataclysmic upheaval.

“And this Divine Envoy… who is he truly?” Qitong probed.

“That… I’m not at liberty to say,” the rat replied, whiskers twitching.

“Fine. The Cult Leader’s order—I’ll go myself.”

“We rely on you, Hall Master,” the rat said with a narrow-eyed smile.

“Just a slightly uncanny clinic. No problem at all,” Qitong waved dismissively, chuckling.