The Appearance of Wang Yao

It was twilight, the sky growing dark. As soon as Zhouzhou stepped out, she noticed a red figure darting towards her, glancing back with a look of panic.

Recognizing the spirit, Zhouzhou withheld her peach wood sword. Was it her? The beautiful sister.

Wang Yao ran swiftly, but the sword behind her was faster. Just as it was about to strike, a dog leaped forward to block it.

"Little Black!" Zhouzhou exclaimed, tapping her toe on the ground to propel herself up, slicing the sword in two with her peach wood blade.

"Little Black, are you alright?" she asked anxiously. Little Black didn't respond, instead lunging at Wang Yao.

But Wang Yao, now a spirit, left it grasping at air. The dog fell to the ground, then looked at her with a sorrowful gaze, holding onto her trouser leg and wagging its tail.

Seeing Little Black's affection towards Wang Yao, a realization dawned on Zhouzhou. "So the beautiful sister was the one who kept Little Black."