After finishing his complaints about the Silver Dragon King, Liu Zhi was ready to leave.
But just as he was about to go, he suddenly felt as though he had forgotten something.
The feeling made Liu Zhi stop in his tracks.
He was no longer the rookie he had once been.
He knew this feeling meant his spirituality was trying to alert him to something. There was a problem here.
Liu Zhi thought for a moment, then turned to look toward the Silver Dragon King.
The Silver Dragon King was flying wildly through the sky. It was clear that with each beat of his wings, bits of flesh were flung from his body and scattered in every direction.
At the same time, a layer of dense silver mist was gradually forming around him. It was made up of nearby lives and objects that had been turned silver and were now converging on him.
"Where's the problem?"
A thought flashed through Liu Zhi's mind. He didn't know what he'd overlooked, only that he felt as if he had forgotten something.
The last time he'd felt this way, it had been with the Black Gloves. In the end, he'd forgotten them in some twisted plane, and they still hadn't returned.
Who had he forgotten this time?
Liu Zhi rapped himself hard on the head.
He wished someone were here to discuss things with him, if only to give him a reminder.
But who among those around him could remind him? Videnina, who was always at his side, had grown quieter and quieter. He hadn't heard her speak once in the past few years.
The Spinning Fate Spider Woman?
Forget it. If he called her over, he might actually end up forgetting something.
Then who could he call—
Wait!
Liu Zhi looked toward