Bu Fang was holding a thin wooden stick with a steaming black rice cake on it. The snack glittered like black agate with pieces of spirit fruit dotted its surface.
Suddenly, Lord Dog's gentle and magnetic voice rang in his head. He released his divine will, but he could not sense Lord Dog's aura within hundreds of miles. He thought it was just an illusion.
'Why did I hear Lord Dog's voice? Is it because I miss him too much?'
With his mouth wide open, he stuffed the glutinous rice cake into his mouth. The soft, moist snack was warm on his tongue. When he chewed on it, it stuck to his teeth, while the savory aroma and sweetness of rice burst and filled his mouth, giving him an unspeakable sense of happiness. This snack from Earth Prison was quite delicious.
"Bu Fang boy…"
As Bu Fang munched on the rice cake, Lord Dog's voice rang in his head once more, and this time it was clearer. He paused, and he was quite sure that the voice was not an illusion.
