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"Boss, let's get something to eat first. I've been hungry for years," said Xiao Hei, drooling at the thought of food. Feeling a bit hungry himself, Mo Wen began to gather firewood to cook. The two of them, one person and one beast, sat around the fire and got busy.
Mo Wen was in charge of cooking while Xiao Hei kept watch, sharing his current situation. "My Bloodline hasn't fully transformed yet. The inheritance Master gave me this time is only ten percent..."
"What?" Mo Wen was puzzled. When Old Qilin had spoken to him before, he mentioned that Xiao Hei's acceptance of his Bloodline inheritance could reach eighty percent... Oh right, the seal. Old Qilin had placed a seal within Xiao Hei's body. Still, it was hard for Mo Wen to accept that after such a long period of cultivation, it was only at ten percent. How long would it take to fully accept the inheritance? Fifty years? A hundred years? "When will you complete your transformation?"
Although he had his suspicions, Mo Wen needed to confirm with Xiao Hei. He didn't want to stay in this underground world any longer.
"I need to find the next part of the inheritance left by Master. He divided his inheritance into many parts and hid them in different places for me to find. Only then can I continue my cultivation. It could be soon or it might take a long time."
"Ugh! Alright then, where is the next location for the inheritance?" Since Old Qilin made such arrangements, there must have been a reason behind it. He should have left clues for Xiao Hei; otherwise, how would he find it in such a vast world?
"I just woke up; there are many things I haven't remembered yet."
"… Fine, let's wait until you remember." Since he couldn't recall anything now, asking was pointless. However, according to what Xiao Hei said, he should not fall into a deep sleep again for the time being. At least now he had someone to keep him company. Although they could only communicate through thoughts for now, it was still a form of exchange.
As they communicated excitedly through their thoughts, the scene around them was quite bizarre: the area was in ruins from an explosion, yet amidst the wreckage, one person and one beast were feasting heartily.
"Ah! What a long-lost taste!" Xiao Hei lay on the ground, scratching his round belly with his front paws and letting out a long burp.
"Xiao Hei, what skills did you gain this time?" Mo Wen leaned against a rock, picking his teeth. He had wanted to ask this earlier but had forgotten in their conversation. He was curious about what skills Xiao Hei inherited from Old Qilin; surely Divine Beast skills were impressive. Although Xiao Hei's current demeanor was somewhat disappointing, he hoped the skills would not let him down.
"Skills? Telepathy," replied Xiao Hei lazily as he looked up at Mo Wen with confusion in his eyes.
"Is that even a skill? What else?" Mo Wen looked at Xiao Hei disdainfully; telepathy was something any focused Cultivator could do—how was that special?
"Why not? My telepathy allows me to read others' thoughts! As long as I want to, I can see through people's minds. Other than that, I don't think there's anything else." Ignoring Mo Wen's disdainful look, Xiao Hei's eyes sparkled with pride.
"Speaking of your mind-reading ability—your so-called telepathy—I’m requesting you as your boss: don’t use that skill on me in the future." Being exposed like that felt terrible; it was like being naked in front of someone. While he found Xiao Hei's skill rather peculiar, he had to admit that being on the receiving end was quite awkward.
"Fine then! Since you cooked me a meal today, I won't use it on you anymore." Hearing Xiao Hei’s cheeky response made Mo Wen’s face darken with annoyance.
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