"What do you mean?"
"Dead people talk too much."
"Huh…" Suddenly, the man felt a shiver down his spine, and his hair stood up as if he were static-electrocuted. His hair formed spikes as it stood up like mad scientist hair.
A dark void materialised in the ground, emitting an eerie aura of death, unlike the portal a first-stage martial artist created. It seemed as if the void was connected to the underworld itself, sending a chill down the spines of both Lu Zhen and the envoy.
However, something unexpected happened: a small dog emerged from the ground through the eerie dark portal. It happily barked at Lu Zhen and the envoy.
"Eh." Lu Zhen was stunned when he saw this.
