"That dog is so vicious! It nearly killed someone."
"Dog traders are cruel and immoral. This is karma."
"That's a fine dog, though. Hurry and catch it. I'll buy it."
The one who spoke last was an exceptionally dashing young man, who, despite the late autumn weather, was carrying a folding fan to affect an air of elegance.
Then again, one couldn't really say he was just "affecting" it. The man was handsome and refined, with a pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes. That, combined with his overly fair skin and the wanton profligacy in the curl of his lips and the arch of his brows, gave off an overwhelming aura of a romantic rake.
He was dressed in silk and satin, a Jade Pendant hanging from his waist. The uppers of his boots were spotless, without a speck of dust.
A single glance was enough to tell he was the young master of a wealthy family.
Normally, upon seeing such a wealthy patron, the dog traders would have been fawning all over him.
