Feng Ling lowered her gaze and noticed that the scales beneath the Cat Spider were different in texture from the rest.
Only after looking closely did she see that the white scales were covered in a layer of webbing, thick like a wool felt mat. No wonder the Cat Spider wasn't afraid of slipping.
Feng Ling suddenly understood and immediately ordered the Cat Spider, "Come on, come on, weave another layer of web here too. Make it thicker."
The Cat Spider ambled over and wove back and forth across the spot Feng Ling had indicated.
It was huge, and its silk glands were hundreds of times stronger than those of an ordinary spider. The liquid spidroin was squeezed through its spinnerets and sprayed out, rapidly hardening into silk in the air, layer upon layer adhering to the Kite's smooth dorsal fin.
Once the Cat Spider had finished weaving, Feng Ling personally tested the quality.
Other than being a little sticky to the touch, it worked extremely well as a non-slip seat cushion.
She looked down at Ye Zheng, grinned, and said nothing, merely patting the newly woven web cushion with a smug little flourish.
Ye Zheng frowned and remained silent.
After a long while, she finally gritted her teeth and climbed onto the Great Kite's back.
A whooshing sound came from inside the Kite's abdominal cavity, and then it slowly rose like a hot-air balloon.
The ground beneath her feet grew farther and farther away, and Ye Zheng couldn't help feeling dizzy. She quickly closed her eyes to recover.
She could walk freely atop skyscrapers and high bridges, but this sensation of floating in the air made her feel deeply unsettled. Yet the freak beside her wasn't afraid at all. Not only did Feng Ling refuse to sit properly, she