"Oho? How interesting. How very interesting!"
The man in the black clothes and colorful painted mask let out an exaggerated gasp as he witnessed the moment Zheng Xiu's and Feng Bei's hands touched. Yet his movements never paused. The scissor-like weapon in his hand flashed out repeatedly, tearing the night before him to shreds. The rent fabric of the night was forcefully partitioned into individual spaces, separating the group.
At that moment, Zheng Xiu suddenly felt a pull from his Main Body; the range of his Divine Travel was being restricted. The bizarre spaces torn open by his opponent's scissor-like weapon seemed to weaken his "connection" to Feng Bei, hampering his Divine Travel to some extent.
"I'd only heard that monster took a liking to you, but I never heard you could touch it and walk away unscathed. How strange! How bizarre! How utterly peculiar! Just who in the world are you?!"
