"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.
The dog was relatively small, barely reaching Lu Zhen's knee. Its coat was coated with a rich, lustrous golden colour. It had two big ears that curved downward, and its muzzle was straight and wide, almost touching its nose. As it walked, its tail was carried level with its back, with a slightly upward curve.
