Li Qing kept a straight face and said nothing.
The rain had soaked him through, leaving him utterly bedraggled.
The exterior walls of the Supervision Building were incredibly smooth, with only the window ledges every few meters providing footholds. Even though Feng Ling had a mass of tentacles growing from her body, climbing down the outside wall was difficult.
"Daoist, this is the ninth floor. It's over thirty meters up," Feng Ling urged, holding an umbrella over him. "Why don't we go back up? The bedsheets probably aren't long enough."
Li Qing replied resentfully, "I'm going to the seventh floor."
"In rain like this, the seventh-floor windows must be shut. You won't be able to get in," Feng Ling said.
Li Qing remained stubborn. "I can get in."
"Fine, you can." Feng Ling shuffled downward with him. "What was the game system thinking, making you Labyrinth Administrators without giving you any skills? Your lives must be pretty hard."
Li Qing felt that Feng Ling had been born specifically to torment him. Every word she said got on his nerves.
"Because—" He took a deep breath. "The system never expected Administrators to need to deal with humans. Our skills were designed around Players' needs."
"Doesn't look that way to me." Feng Ling asked through the rain, "Aren't you only capable of fortune-telling?"
Li Qing had already climbed down to the eighth floor. After catching his breath, he said, "Fortune-telling is the ability of a Card. As an Administrator, I have permission to search the card database and know the information on every Card. I have permission to view Player information and know every detail about them. I can mute Players on the Forum, and I can kick them offline after they break the rules, as long as I can submit evidence