You Must Learn to Fight

Da Zhe had not had much time to practice some of the basic abilities of a Black Soul Envoy.

As an ordinary person, he was unlike Taiyinzi, who had a profound understanding of supernatural powers to begin with. Thus, after becoming an envoy, Taiyinzi had been able to seamlessly use basic abilities such as flying and mist-forming right away.

After leaving the club, No. 18 quickly darted through the skies above the city, finally stopping atop a high-rise building.

Behind her, Da Zhe stopped rather unskillfully—or rather, he had nearly needed to use his forehead to brake before he could come to a halt.

Bang—!!

However, he also slammed into the water tank on the rooftop, leaving a human-shaped dent in it. Da Zhe was even still stuck in the tank's sheet-metal surface.

"​​No. 18, could you give me a hand?" Da Zhe called out to No. 18, who stood nearby, gazing into the distance.

No. 18 waved her hand, and Da Zhe's body finally pulled free from the water tank. She said rather bluntly, "What's wrong with you? Why didn't you use mist-form?"

Da Zhe scratched his head. "If I use mist-form, my scarf will fall off."

No. 18 was startled inwardly and shook her head. "Envoys also have the ability to change their clothes. It was designed to make it easier to approach clients. It's convenient and practical. There's no need for you to wear something that is actually physical."

Da Zhe smiled. "Changing clothes doesn't really take much time... Hmm, I'll control my flying better next time. Then I won't crash into water tanks."

As he spoke, Da Zhe began floating up again, wobbling crookedly.

"Suit yourself. Whatever you like is your own freedom," No. 18 said indifferently before continuing to gaze ahead.

Although she had agreed