Hearing the words, "I've been waiting for you for a long time,"
the Blood Skull Grand Bishop, who had only just completed Soul Migration and changed into a new body, was badly frightened, nearly leaping out of the coffin.
Several words instinctively surfaced in Johnson's mind—mastermind! Could this cat be the mastermind? So I actually lost to a Black Cat? Then,
the Grand Bishop's wild speculation was corrected.
The voice rang out in his mind again. "Mr. Johnson, Master predicted that you would most likely reincarnate in the Anquan Minor Spirit Realm, so he sent me here in advance to lie in wait.
"The body you prepared for reincarnation was indeed hidden in the Anquan Minor Spirit Realm!"
Johnson asked hoarsely, "Who is your master?"
This was the question the Grand Bishop desperately wanted answered.
He had lived for thousands of years and weathered countless storms, yet he had never suffered such a miserable defeat as he had today.
Not only had he been repeatedly outmaneuvered, but even the hiding place of his reincarnation body had been uncovered by a cat.
All of this filled the Grand Bishop with an immense sense of defeat.
However,
the Black Cat had no intention of answering. It simply began chattering away on its own:
"Mr. Grand Bishop, are you wondering why I still found you even though that stinking snake was protecting you?"
The "stinking snake" in those words naturally referred to Madam Snake.
And that so-called "protection" was undoubtedly Hidden Power.
Johnson's gaze flickered. He forced himself to swallow the words, "Those who blaspheme against deities shall surely suffer divine punishment."
Because he truly found it baffling and wanted to hear more.
The Black Cat did not keep him in suspense and directly gave him the answer. "Master obtained the eyeball you