The wild boar had just fought a long battle with four dogs right here. Its scent was everywhere, and the tracks were still fresh. It would have been incredibly easy for Hua Xiao'er to give chase.
But Hua Xiao'er was lying there, completely still. It was too exhausted to run.
Seeing Zhao Jun about to leave, White Dragon staggered after him. Zhao Jun paid it no mind. Just then, Li Baoyu whistled repeatedly, calling White Dragon to a halt.
Zhao Jun hadn't gone to look at Daqing, but as he was about to leave, he paused and glanced back one last time.
From a hundred-odd meters away, he could no longer make out Daqing's features, only the shape of a large, sturdy dog lying in the snow.
Even so, a pang of grief seized Zhao Jun's heart, as if it were being squeezed by a fist. A heavy sorrow settled in his chest, his nostrils flared, and a sharp sting hit the back of his nose. Then, he felt his eyes begin to burn.
Even the most hardened Hunter will cry when they see their dog die.
