Something was wrong with me?
What was wrong?!
Of course Zheng Qing knew something was wrong with him—he was a proper wizard, not a lich, and his red eyes were an accident—but these fiends of the Black Prison shouldn't have known that.
The moment he heard the tiger-headed fiend's words, he held his breath. His brain bubbled like boiling water as he rapidly considered where he had slipped up.
The dark red of his eyes differed slightly from the scarlet eyes of fiends. Normally, no one would notice without looking closely. And in the lightless environment of the Black Prison, a layer of gloom clouded these fiends' eyes as well, weakening their vision. In theory, this was the most reliable proof that he was one of them.
He had just smeared the wolf fiend's blood over his robe, boot tops, wrists, and other places. Though it could not completely conceal a wizard's aura, he had already thought of an excellent excuse—if these fiends asked, he would say that he had eaten a few little wizards just before entering, and he would make sure to discuss it in a wickedly arrogant tone.
He had even found himself a suitable identity.
He only needed to take Nikita's role for himself. The fiends before him, whose bodies had undergone such drastic transformations, had surely spent a long time in the Black Prison. No one should know Nikita, a rising fiend, yet. Zheng Qing knew everything about her fall, her experience straddling liches and sea fiends, why she had landed on the Wizard Alliance's wanted list, even her preferences and what she had been doing before being captured.
While climbing back from the Illusory Dream Realm to Linzhong Lake along Green Vine, the male wizard had grown bored and poked the female fiend with