Resting atop Zhou Li's head, Black Cat's eyes reflected a landscape interwoven with colorful, dazzling lines.
"All black lines."
Lowering its head, Black Cat solemnly said, "There's not a single good thing about this, it's like oozing black water from the gums."
No one paid attention to Tang Yugong at this moment; in this entire Minor World, Tang Yugong was akin to a god in terms of value, and no one knew if he had tweaked his own settings with something like "Sensitivity to Being Watched +15000".
Who knows what kind of things the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow players have modified.
Thus, Zhou Li and his group could only let Black Cat take a look at the Fate Line. Then, they saw a soaring black pillar wrapped with twisting grubs.
Fine, I knew it.
