That familiar voice made Li Ziran pause. He chuckled inwardly, but at the moment, there really seemed to be nowhere better to go.
He leaned close and whispered a few words into Black Dragon's ear. Black Dragon cast a few puzzled glances down from the sky, then descended straight onto Seventh Street and slipped into an alley. From afar, they could see that the tattered banner still bore the ancient characters for "Six Flavors House," as though not a shred had changed over the years.
Yet seeing it now stirred an indescribable feeling within him. The old man had invited him here of his own accord, so whatever he sought could hardly be insignificant.
Past events flickered through his mind. The old man seemed to be a messenger of the Dungeon, perhaps even one of Black Dragon's subordinates. Yet judging by Black Dragon's expression now, he seemed utterly unfamiliar with Six Flavors House.
"You don't know this place?" Li Ziran asked quietly.
Black Dragon shook his head. "I've never been here. How could I know a place like this?"
Li Ziran immediately laughed. Back then, he had personally taught Black Dragon a lesson on organs here. This Black Dragon had transformed into an Elephant and treated him with the utmost respect. The leaders of every Dungeon race had also appeared here—how could Black Dragon not recognize it?
"Are you sure? When I taught you last time, there was an old man who treated you with great respect the entire time."
"Him? You're saying this is where he lives?" Black Dragon looked greatly shocked. His crude dragon face was full of disbelief. "Impossible. He's in the Dungeon. I really didn't know this was the place. As for that lesson, I happened to have learned about surgery, and someone was asking me