Lin Mo's brow twitched at the sight of ArachnidMistress's latest thread. He had just decided not to bother too much with her posts. But here's the First Princess bringing it up again.
The spark in his chest pulsed faintly, as if mocking him for the web of intrigue tightening around the title the woman created for him. He leaned over, skimming the post with a mix of curiosity and exasperation.
[ArachnidMistress]: The Convenience Saint's wares reshape the battlefield, and now the Celestial Duel Platform arms the bold. Shopkeeper, your light casts long shadows. Will you step into them? My Arachnid Branch marches to spread your gospel, but I wonder… does the saint prefer his counter to a throne? The Inner Abyssal Circle watches, and here, I weave for you.
'What kind of drug did that woman consume?' He couldn't help but spit in his head.
