The Big Black Dog was ready to flee immediately.
"Dead dog, didn't you say you're the best in the world? Why are you running?"
Wu Dade couldn't help but speak up.
"Woof, human pet, what do you know? A wise dog doesn't suffer immediate losses, understand? Though they only have a one-in-ten-thousand chance of defeating me, it's still a risk!"
"Unless it's a sure thing, I never make a move. That's my principle!"
The Big Black Dog was completely unconcerned and was ready to escape.
But just at that moment, right in front of the path it constructed, a bald-headed figure suddenly appeared!
The bald head emitted a pitch-black glow, sitting cross-legged, with kind eyes and a gentle smile, waving a hand lightly toward the Big Black Dog.
"Woof, old monk!"
The Big Black Dog was startled and scrambled to counteract.
