The Yellow-haired Ferret was walking on thin ice.
Though it excelled at hiding, nothing in the world was flawless, and the same went for its abilities. The stronger the opponent, the more restrictions there were.
It only blamed itself for being unable to resist itchy hands whenever it saw something precious, stealing it on impulse just to play with it.
Once it got its paws on it, it discovered it could not stash it inside its storage bag. No wonder that mysterious young man had kept the item in his hand the whole time. The box was made of precious material and bore a powerful seal, proving that what lay inside was no ordinary thing. The Yellow-haired Ferret had even excitedly imagined itself rising to greatness after obtaining the treasure, standing shoulder to shoulder with Immortal Lords.
Who would have thought trouble would follow close behind? That arrogant young man had some unusual ability, tracking and tailing it all the way, impossible to shake off.
His ability was highly effective against concealment. It dared not speed up to flee and had to remain taut every moment; the slightest lapse might let him sink his teeth into it.
It could not beat him in a fight, so it could only flee cautiously and wait for an opportunity.
It had finally held out until reaching the broken ship's black market, only for that brat to lose his patience and offend someone.
Before it could even rejoice at the chance to escape, another problem arose. It felt as though a gaze had been fixed upon it all along. Terrified, the Yellow-haired Ferret did not dare run about and hid with all its might, praying that this newly appeared expert would leave quickly—better yet, regard it as an ant and turn a blind eye.