C4378 The Function of the South Heaven Gate

The black dog helplessly stared in Yang Bo's direction. "Fellow Taoist Yang, you really have no conscience. The spirit grass that you gave me was snatched away, yet you still want to laugh at me!"

Yang Bo smiled and waved his hand. "It's fine, it's fine. I still have some here!"

Yang Bo took out another spirit herb and handed it over to the black dog.

Yang Bo thought for a moment and said