"Woof... Master, this tree has a wine aroma, mmm... it smells so good... Pooooh... what's this shit, it's so smelly..." The silly dog was so revolted when it sniffed at a snake-scaled vine that it took three steps back.

Ye Qingyu simply ignored its talk.

He kind of missed the unique environment of the Black Demon Abyss, albeit he had no plans to remain here for long. Because, ever since he left the Heaven Wasteland Domain, time had always been a very precious thing which could ...