"Chen An, which one do you want?"
"All three are pretty much the same," Zhao Xing said with a smile, "It depends on who's willing to follow me."
"Please hold this ring in your hand, Marquis Yuan Rang," said the officer beside him, passing over a collar that was a bit large—it could even fit around an elephant.
"Buzz~" As soon as Zhao Xing grabbed the contract ring, a pulling force emanated from it, tugging at his Life Soul.
Zhao Xing didn't resist and smoothly infused a trace of Soul Power into it.
All three puppies sniffed an unusual scent and growled towards Zhao Xing.
The Mastiff's territorial awareness was strong; once the three Gray Lion cubs roared, the surrounding pups quickly scattered.
"Not willing to go?" Seeing the three strongest constantly back away, as he moved forward a step, they retreated a step.
By the third step, Zhao Xing no longer advanced; he shook his head and turned around.
He could have forcibly taken one, but fate can't be forced.
