Gu Ping's right hand tugged at the empty leather collar, and his mood lightened significantly. Having only himself able to see Changan, the ghost dog by his side just like the countless years before, silently accompanying him, he felt immensely satisfied.
Although he temporarily couldn't touch it, this also meant that no one could harm it. Moreover, hadn't He Qing said, as long as he did more good deeds, accumulated merits, soon Changan would have a body!
At this moment, Gu Ping, deceived by He Qing's deliberately vague statements, had no idea just how much merit was needed for Changan to obtain a physical form... Thankfully, Changan was merely a dog, an Innate spirit less demanding than humans, otherwise Gu Ping might spend his entire life without achieving it.
He had just left Ming University's gate when he noticed a sausage stall that was still open; Changan's steps instantly halted.
