Separated from His Body

Zhang Ping had never intended to spend so long with the King of Nether Mist. He was mainly afraid of giving himself away.

But now he could not hold back any longer.

He had been on the Giant Moose for almost half a month.

He was worried about his friends in Mingzhu City, and about the city's situation.

Situ Shibai had never shown up. Had Prince Yue kept him occupied?

Prince Yue might only be a Top-Tier Mutated Beast, but Situ Shibai was only a Top-Tier Awakened. He might not be able to resist Prince Yue's mind control.

Zhang Ping released Nether Mist. The next moment, his body twisted and he appeared in the King of Nether Mist's "territory."

"How much longer until we can go back?" Zhang Ping asked, looking at the King of Nether Mist.

The King of Nether Mist lay on the Giant Moose's back. "Three more days," he replied.

He looked at Zhang Ping, and Zhang Ping looked at him. Both fell silent.

In truth, Zhang Ping and the King of Nether Mist had nothing to talk about. Zhang Ping feared that the more he spoke, the more likely he was to slip up. The King of Nether Mist was a closed book to begin with, and he could not think of a topic either.

About half an hour passed. The awkwardness grew too much for Zhang Ping, so he quietly returned to the knot of whiskers on the Giant Moose. The King of Nether Mist also breathed a sigh of relief. Having Zhang Ping around put him under so much pressure.

Nothing much happened over the next three days.

The Mutated Beasts all showed considerable restraint. They hardly ever fought on the Giant Moose's back.

Weaker beasts steered clear of stronger ones, while the stronger