Many souls abandoned in the deep world curl up in their own "cellars" like the Black Dog, letting darkness seep over their wounds, left to fend for themselves. They are islands among the sea of mist that accept them, offering them solace.
The Black Dog emerged from Gao Ming's shadow. This familiar scene brought memories flooding back to the Shadow.
"Are you his shadow?"
For the Black Dog, the Shadow was the deity it worshiped. Its massive head bobbed up and down in response to the Shadow's words.
"If I were to kill him, would you help me or help him?" the Shadow suddenly spoke, its icy tone carrying a terrible curse, a momentary pressure almost crushing the Black Dog.
Its pitch-black eyes revealed a light of disbelief. The Black Dog rose under the pressure, black fur rolling like ocean waves, and leapt between the Shadow and the Flesh Immortal, standing guard in front of Gao Ming.
In its choice, the Black Dog had already shown its stance.
