Skinny hands stretched out from the dark green quagmire, each with five bony fingers, uneven and dirty blackish nails hiding foul blood clots. In an instant, tens of thousands of hands twisted greedily beneath Old Black, forming the shape of a "giant serpent."
Old Black rode the giant serpent, soaring into the sky, heading straight for the east.
"Hehehe..."
...
...
"They've noticed."
Up on the rising base, Greene chuckled, "Oh right, I nearly forgot to remind you."
Yi Lin: "?"
"Now, you'd better not carelessly expose your authority."
Yi Lin was taken aback, deeply observing Greene, who was twisting irritatingly before him, and asked, "Why?"
Greene pondered, "You might immediately catch their attention, and the worst outcome is simply death."
"...Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
