"Someone's here."
"Big Black's here." Ding Ding puffed out its cheeks and blew cold air against the back of Dongfang Minghui's neck to express its displeasure. It hated Little Black, yet all of Spring Breeze Hall had turned out to be black. Now, after finally getting out for once, it had run into a Big Black.
Dongfang Minghui's lips twitched involuntarily, and her neck tickled. What in the world was Big Black?
"Awoo, awoo-" Little Light, who had swallowed a bell, had started spitting Light-Type Energy Barriers inside the space. They were even bigger than before. Instead of raising its paws to scratch the walls of the space as usual, it had started bouncing around after rolling its eyes back and passing out. Its coordination seemed somewhat lacking, though perhaps it was simply too young. It could never jump very high, and after every hop, it had to roll around on the ground and prepare itself before trying again.
Had the circumstances been different, Little Light's self-sufficient performance inside the space alone would have been enough to keep Dongfang Minghui thoroughly entertained.
"Did we run into someone from the Death Corps?"
"Yes." Little Lecher and Pig Immortal Grass dared not touch dark-type spiritual power, but they could estimate their opponents' strength from the dark energy they gave off. At present, neither liked what they sensed. "That storyteller might actually have been right."
"What do you mean?"
"Just like Ding Ding said, it's Big Black." Pig Immortal Grass stretched out a grassy tail to tickle Ding Ding. Ding Ding remained unmoved, apart from its little black bean eyes darting this way and that, as though it were plotting something.
Dongfang Minghui silently weighed her options. Going to Spring Breeze Hall was a bad idea. Aside from a bunch of utterly useless