Instead of trotting closely behind Yang Jian, Xiaotian Hound simply stood there with a silly grin, looking between Weining and Yang Jian.
Weining had nearly finished regulating her breathing. Her physical form was not naturally occurring to begin with; previously, her primordial spirit had merely suffered some agitation.
Naturally, she no longer needed to sit in deep meditation, nor did she chase him away.
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