Qiao Yu gripped the Jinlong Crescent Blade tightly. Regardless of whether it was true or not, he was going to give it a try.

This dead dog had corroded all his clothes, so he definitely couldn't let it go just like that.

Killing this dog and skinning it to make clothes seemed like a good idea.

After all, the dog's fur was like steel needles, and making clothes from it would surely have excellent defensive properties.