A few seconds later, favorability icons appeared above the heads of three of the dogs.
Shen Xin beckoned to them. Only one of them, a white dog, mustered its courage and tried to get a little closer.
Shen Xin also had to consider their health. After a moment's thought, he pointed to two of them and said, "Brother, I'll take these two as well."
One of the dogs had a favorability icon, but its mental state didn't seem right.
Minor physical ailments were fine; they could be treated.
But a problematic mental state was a definite no.
The dealer didn't mind. He curiously asked Shen Xin what he was doing.
Every year around this time, some people would come specifically to protest, and others would spend money to buy the dogs.
But he had never seen someone like Shen Xin, who was so particular about his choices.
"Brother, let's weigh them," Shen Xin said, offering no explanation.
The dealer pressed his lips together and didn't ask any more questions, proceeding to weigh the dogs.
