Lin Yi sensed something was wrong and shouted anxiously, "Young Master Tian, something's not right! The mist, it seems alive!"
"You've noticed too..." Tian Bufan murmured, "I've sensed the anomaly since a while ago... these black mists are being consciously manipulated..."
"Manipulated mists? Is it the Angel Envoy?" Lin Yi had just asked in his heart when Tian Bufan spoke through his tone, "It's been a while—Little Black."
"'Little Black'?!" Lin Yi's heart trembled, but before he could react, low murmurs echoed from all directions within the black mist, like countless eerie syllables mixed together forming a wave of sound.
These sound waves were originally incomprehensible to him, but when they transferred into Lin Yi's Will Body, he immediately understood them.
[Hehehe... You piece of patched-up riffraff, barely graced by a sliver of the Holy Sun, dare to call my name directly?]
[There will always be an insurmountable chasm between you and me!]
