Lu Yin raised a hand and made a grasping motion at the air. Perhaps there was a higher civilization just a step away from him, observing him like a lab mouse. He gave a self-mocking smile. It wasn't impossible.
Fate granted opportunities. But who could say who that fate was? If he wanted to, he could give anyone on the Liaoyuan Continent an opportunity of a lifetime. To that person, he would be fate. So who was the fate that saw him as an ant?
A powerhouse with hundreds of thousands of points of battle force? Or Dream Finger?
"Seventh Brother, who was that person just now? You seemed to really hate him," Ghost Marquis asked.
Lu Yin gazed up at the sky, his expression wistful. Before he knew it, his thoughts had wandered too far. "It's none of your business."
Ghost Marquis let out a strange cry. "What the hell, Seventh Brother? We're one and the same. How can you say it's none of my business? If he's your enemy, he's my enemy too. Tell me who he is, and I'll curse him to death."
Lu Yin frowned. Ghost Marquis was getting stranger by the day. At first, he'd been relatively gloomy, but as time passed, he seemed to have become a chatterbox. Was that just his nature, or had being trapped in Lu Yin's arm left him lonely? He seemed to have let himself go.
"Monkey, are you lonely?" Lu Yin asked.
Ghost Marquis froze. He didn't say anything for a long while. "S-Seventh Brother, what do you mean?"
"Sometimes, you talk a little too much," Lu Yin said.
Ghost Marquis fell silent.
Ding! Lu Yin's Personal terminal chimed. It was a notification from an unknown sender, containing a conversation log.
"Councilor Liu just arrived in Saint Dios,