The night was deep and dark, with Yellow Weasels, White Hedgehogs, Golden Pangolins, and other alien species swapping cups and glasses, dancing wildly like a chaotic gathering of demons.
Sitting at the same table with a dog was never an experience Qin Ming had in his lifetime; such treatment was quite unparalleled!
This old dog had fur in two colors, black and white, converging at the top of its head before forming an irregular Yin Yang Fish at its brow—it looked quite impressive.
However, those dog eyes were almost turning upward to the ceiling, sitting there grandly, with such an expression and such a blatant posture, surely asking for a beating.
Qin Ming thought to himself, this is a case of the dog's eyes looking down on humans, not only this Yin Yang Dog in front of him, but also the upper echelons of the Earth Immortals did not care about him—otherwise, why else would he be arranged to sit with a dog?
