"Mad dog!"
Lin Xuanji almost broke out in cold sweat.
This little thing did not look very big and seemed like it was just born recently. However, it was quite strong and nearly pulled the folding fan away from his hand!
The folding fan in Lin Xuanji's hand was quite powerful - it was a symbol of his lineage.
If he really lost the fan, he would probably lose his life.
Furthermore, he could not afford to lose it!
The more Lin Xuanji thought about it, the more afraid he got.
If Night Spirit had really snatched his folding fan away, how would he tell the old man upon returning?
That his folding fan was lost and taken away by a dog…?
The old man would definitely whip him to death!
At that thought, Lin Xuanji glared at Night Spirit angrily.
Naturally, Night Spirit was unabashed and glared back as well.