Qin Tian smiled shyly. "Nothing."
Having eaten and drunk his fill, Qin Tian glanced with a trace of regret at the tender little legs the Black Emperor had just regrown.
"Not enough to eat!" Qin Tian sighed, full of regret, frightening the Black Emperor into fleeing for his life with a string of barks.
Watching that bedraggled figure retreat into the distance, Qin Tian smiled.
"What a coincidence, Daoist! We meet again!"
Having just finished his dog meat hotpot, Qin Tian was taking a stroll when he happened upon his nominal master.
The corners of Qin Tian's lips rose as he asked, "Meeting twice must mean we share a destined connection."
"Might I ask your name, Daoist?"
He was very curious about what name Duan De currently used in public.
"Of course, of course!" Duan De's eyes shifted, brimming with cunning.
"This humble Daoist has no name, only a Daoist title: Da De. Young friend, you may call me Da De Daoist."
"Da De?!" Qin Tian's mouth twitched.
He seemed to hear a cry ringing in his ears, spanning heaven and earth, ending foes throughout the past, present, and future.
Qin Tian's gaze was exceedingly complicated. Does your nominal father know you're using his name like this?!
Just then, cries of astonishment came from the distant crowd.
A young man descended from the horizon and arrived in Divine City.
His black hair was disheveled, his face looked carved by a blade, and his skin was bronze. His physique was powerful and vigorous, his entire body shrouded in golden light that soared into the heavens, like a Heavenly Emperor descending into the world.
"Who is he?"
"He looks like he's begging for a beating!" Qin Tian frowned slightly.
Duan De asked in surprise, "You don't know?"
Puzzled, Qin Tian said,