Bai Mo's shop, of course, had no need for a guard dog.
He wasn't interested in getting one, but he did inquire about the origins of these dogs with their peculiar abilities.
The senior brother who had come to his door pondered for a moment before sitting down across from Bai Mo.
"It's a long story."
"Junior Brother, do you know of that old man's origins?"
Bai Mo adopted an expression of rapt attention.
"He comes from a Demon Dao sect called the Beastial Sect."
"The sect may seem to be in decline now, but among the previous generation of Cultivators, it was a renowned behemoth."
Bai Mo had never heard of this sect. Only now, hearing his fellow disciple speak of it, did he learn of this once-illustrious but short-lived sect.
"The Beastial Sect was originally just a minor Demon Dao sect that raised exotic beasts. They treated humans like livestock, raising them alongside animals, and would select disciples to inherit their legacy from this stock."
