The Yellow Dog Xue Ba and the Black Dog Brett followed Fang Ning back to his home in Qi City.
"Master, this is the magic lamp I mentioned. Only thing is, it's very old, and the oil in it is gone. According to the spirit in the lamp, it can fulfill wishes just by burning some of its oil…"
When Yellow Dog arrived, he immediately pulled out the oil lamp from his pocket and placed it on the tea table.
Zheng Dao stood to one side, watching with equal curiosity.
'Isn't this the Oriental version of Aladdin's oil lamp?' the words came up in his mind.
Fang Ning had the same thought.
He opened his mouth. "Magic lamp, magic lamp. I ask you, what kind of lamp oil do you need?"
The bronze-colored lamp shook once, then said, moved, "O unknown great being, my lamp oil can definitely be made by you. I'll give you a copy of the recipe."
Saying thus, they saw oily, blackish words appear on the table as though written using leftover oil.