Bai Zhi did not stay with Nash Fang for long.
On the fifth day, Yu and Ye Zhiyu Ling arrived one after the other to meet up with him.
However, unlike him, they did not have an Orange Cat who was well-connected here as a guide. As a result, over the past few days, both of them had been afflicted by quite a few Memes.
Memes treated everyone equally. Even though both of them were High Myths, they still could not avoid them.
Yu was in better shape. She had only been afflicted by around twenty Meme effects, and she could forcibly suppress more than half of them. Ye Zhiyu Ling's situation, however, was somewhat worse.
Not only had he been afflicted by more than fifty Memes, quite a few of them were particularly troublesome. He had picked up so many things in just a few days—it was hard to imagine what would happen if he lived here for long.
"It's fine, look on the bright side. See, I've got twice as many Meme effects as you, but aren't I still cheerful every day?"
Reaching out to pat the Scribe on the shoulder, the Orange Cat wore an old-fashioned, worldly expression.
"From now on, stick with me. As long as I'm around, I'll make sure you eat and drink like a king every day!!"
Ye Zhiyu Ling: "..."
...Where did this damned fat cat come from?
"Why are you the only one here? Where's the Elf King? Shouldn't he be with you?"
Looking at Ye Zhiyu Ling before him, Bai Zhi asked curiously.
"...Something has been off about him lately."
Rubbing his temples hard, Ye Zhiyu Ling let out a breath.
"I did stay by his side these past few days, but he felt more unfamiliar with each passing day.