When Zhou Heng and the others returned home, the most popular one was Little Flame.
This little dog was simply too devastatingly adorable. After one round of puppy-eyed cuteness, it had utterly conquered every woman, and they all scrambled to hold it.
"Brat Zhou, where did you abduct such a cheap dog from? Aren't you stealing this venerable one's business?" The Black Donkey came galloping over on all fours, looking jealously at Little Flame as it was passed around in the women's arms.
Zhou Heng's face immediately filled with disgust. "Since when have you ever been popular?"
"Damn it, don't slander this venerable one! A peerlessly handsome donkey like me, loved by all who see me and making flowers bloom wherever I pass—who wouldn't fall head over heels in admiration?" the Black Donkey said indignantly.
"It's far more formidable than you. It's a genuine divine beast born and raised by heaven and earth, not some self-proclaimed divine beast like you, who's really just a hooligan!" Zhou Heng briefly explained Little Flame's origins.
The Black Donkey's eyes immediately lit up, its thieving gaze rolling around in its sockets.
This donkey was definitely up to no good! Zhou Heng waved a hand. "I can't be bothered with you, and I don't have the time to be bothered with you either. I need to prepare for our journey to the Bright World!"
Seeing Zhou Heng about to leave, Little Flame hurriedly broke free from the women's embrace and chased after him with its tail wagging happily. In its innocent heart, Zhou Heng was its closest companion, someone akin to its parents.
The Black Donkey's eyes spun, and it suddenly darted in front of them, shouting, "Little Flame, this venerable one is your donkey mother!"
At that cry, all the women burst out laughing.