The night was deep, yet the people were not still. Qin Ming and the outer demon were in a state of resonance, merged as a single entity. Thus, even though his true body was not in Red Mist City, it was as if he had experienced everything personally.
The outer demon’s heart was in turmoil, which was, in truth, his true body’s reaction. Above Black and White Mountain, deep in the Night Fog Sea, the Prison Cloth had grown profoundly somber. Only after a long silence did it respond, “You have only just become a senior owner.
Your authority is insufficient.” Qin Ming frowned.
“Can you truly not tell me?”
The Prison Cloth replied, “Those matters are still far from your reach. Why persist in chasing such elusive, intangible things? There are myriad taboos in this world, untouchable with your current power.
Wading in too soon will only lead to a senseless death.” Qin Ming’s heart was unwilling. He asked, “What secrets are hidden exactly?
Why guard them so closely, as if separated by a sea of clouds?” The Prison Cloth said, “Pulling distance is not to preserve the unknown and the mysterious. More than that, it is a form of protection.