Jingwei looked like a crow, but it had patterns on its head, a white beak, and red feet.
From that description alone, Mo Qiong found it difficult to picture. Could it simply be a crow with its beak and claws changed to different colors?
Even so, what about the patterns on its head? What kind of patterns would they be?
Mo Qiong racked his brains. Just then, Adams suddenly opened Best Metal and said, "Come on up. The little sprites aren't looking this way."
Under Adams's cover, Mo Qiong and Jiang Long crawled out of the soil.
The farm was enormous, spanning roughly a million square kilometers. Although the Feather God was in charge of watching over the Meat Race, it was impossible for him to scan everyone at all times.
The cheaper method was to create several million little sprites and let them patrol freely every few hundred meters.
As for the Feather God himself, he merely stayed symbolically in the high sky.
Based on Adams's observations and probing over the past month, he had discovered that the Feather God merely let everyone see him in order to intimidate them.
In reality, he usually was not supervising the Meat Race at all.
Through Listen to the sounds of all things, Adams noticed that the Feather God spent much of his time dreaming and occasionally even muttering in his sleep.
After such a long and dreary life in prison, the Feather God probably had no choice but to pass the time by daydreaming.
As for the little sprites' surveillance, Adams had long since discovered major flaws in their patrol routes. After observing them for a while, he had figured out when the blind spots appeared.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Qiong and Jiang Long climbed out openly.
To blend