"Crack!"
"Rumble!"
Behind the pitch-black clouds, low thunder rolled without end, sweeping away the Black Prison World's original deathly silence. As time passed, the thunder did not weaken; instead, it grew denser and denser. Yet the sound became increasingly distant, and by the time it reached Zheng Qing's ears, it was faint and indistinct.
But the young publicly funded student was not paying attention to the thunder.
He had turned his head sideways, staring in surprise at the fist-sized black cat on his shoulder.
Red pupils, jet-black short fur, and a lazy air.
Aside from its size, it was exactly the same as the black cat several miles away, the one currently singing with its tail raised. Even its aura was identical—perhaps that was why it had not triggered the two young wizards' instinctive wariness.
Noticing the male wizard's blank stare.
The little black cat stopped licking its paw. Its raised front paw tilted, then pointed ahead. "Don't look at me. Watch the road! Look ahead... do you want to fall into a ditch?!"
Zheng Qing swallowed and silently withdrew his gaze, turning some of his attention back to the road.
In the distance, at the very center of the light cast by The Little Stars Shine, that large black cat was still howling an unknown tune, tail held high as it led the way.
Farther ahead, the Old Lich, hunched over, stretched out his neck and sniffed the bark of a dead old Tree by the roadside. It was unclear whether he was coveting those dry fibers or judging the group's direction of travel.
Jiang Yu pressed one hand against the jade pendant at her waist and held her spellbook in the other. She glanced at the little black cat and smiled faintly. "We thought you were still leading