Qin Ze did not activate the spatial gate immediately. Instead, he planned to activate it in front of the Human Race's Level Nine Martial Artists.
Lao Dao promised to pass his request on to the Grand Consul.
It would take a day or two to gather the Level Nine Martial Artists from all corners of the world.
Qin Ze returned to Snow City.
Watching snowflakes drift down in a flurry, he felt utterly at ease.
Big Black had grown two sizes fatter.
At first glance, Big Black now looked like an oversized dog. It was hard to associate him with a ferocious Hunting Beast.
The clones active in Snow City fed him every few days. Far from having a hard time lately, Big Black had been living the good life.
Big Black was both surprised and delighted to see Qin Ze.
He bounded over in a few clumsy leaps, throwing himself at Qin Ze while his tail whirled like a helicopter propeller.
"You need to lose weight," Qin Ze said in disdain. "You can barely walk. How are you supposed to go onto the battlefield in the future?"
A sheepish look appeared on Big Black's face, and he rubbed gently against Qin Ze.
Interestingly enough, as time passed, Big Black was becoming more and more humanlike.
When Qin Ze had first brought him home, he could never have made so many vivid expressions.
Big Black, or rather, Hunting Beasts, were a little different from other exotic beasts.
They did not seem to be under Heaven's powerful control, as Bai Bai had said.
After kicking Big Black away, Qin Ze went up to the second floor and gazed at the vast expanse of snow outside the window.
At that moment, a peace unlike anything he had ever known settled over his