Li Yanchu’s gaze fell on the large black dog. This fierce, massive creature raised by the southwestern cultivator Zhang Ping had a sleek, glossy coat and moved with a quiet, deadly grace. Its eyes would occasionally show faintly humanlike expressions and flashes of intelligence that startled Li Yanchu.0

It reminded him of Blackie back at the Daoist temple, whose face often bore that roguish, devil-may-care smirk. Compared to that one, this big black dog actually looked less human.0

The dog moved swiftly, disappearing down the pitch-black corridor almost silently as it ran. Even Master Shenshan and Daoist Master Yuanyi paused, seemingly placing great trust in this unassuming middle-aged man.0

Wang Yunting stood with his arms crossed, and a flicker of disdain flashed in his eyes. By...0