Decades had passed since Ling Tian had last seen Wu De, and he was overjoyed to meet him again. Wu De, however, was just as he had been before, loudly demanding fine wine from Ling Tian. Ling Tian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He took all sorts of fine wines from his Storage Ring and handed them to Wu De, then brought out some meat he had roasted earlier. In an instant, the rich aroma of meat filled the air, its scent refreshing to the soul.
Wu De took a deep sniff, his face beaming. Reaching out, he said, "Heh, the meat you make still smells the best, kid."
Perhaps he'd caught the scent of the meat. Little Black emerged from Ling Tian's arms in a flash of black light, and the roasted meat in Ling Tian's hand vanished. Dozens of yards away, Little Black was wolfing it down, whimpering as he ate, looking utterly pleased.
Before long, Little Black had finished the meat. He looked at Wu De as if showing off.
"Heh, I've always been the one stealing other people's meat. Today, I actually got robbed by a dog." Wu De let out a strange cry, clearly indignant. He stretched out his fan-sized hand and looked at Ling Tian. "Kid, you got any more? I refuse to believe it can steal from me again this time."
"Please don't take it personally, Master. Little Black..." Seeing Wu De and Little Black squabbling, Ling Tian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. But Wu De was adamant, so he had no choice but to take out some more roasted meat and hand it to him.
When Little Black saw Ling Tian take out more meat, he was thrilled. He turned into a streak of black light and rushed