Ye Guichen calmly put away the Compass and threw a bone at his feet.
The little black dog wagged its tail, swallowed the bone in one bite, without even chewing.
Ye Guichen felt somewhat helpless.
The stomach of this little black dog was like a bottomless pit. Tonight, he had secretly fed it several pounds of bones, yet the little black dog showed no sign of being full.
However, remembering that the little black dog was not an ordinary dog at all, Ye Guichen understood.
Just as he was about to bid farewell to the Martial Arts Hall Master, the Master drew closer, a flush evident on his cheeks, clearly drunk.
"Mr. Ye, your skills have truly opened my eyes. In my lifetime, I've only ever seen one person with such skills, and that's Lord Military God. If I may speak boldly, your skills are not weaker than the Military God's, but stronger."
