The strange metal cloth shimmered faintly. The fragmented sun and shattered moon wheel upon it seemed on the verge of reviving. Immediately after, thick black fog began to spread.
Qin Ming asked, "What are you doing?" Prison Cloth replied, "You intend to cut yourself off from the world. I am investigating whether there is a suitable successor in the nearby territories."
Qin Ming's expression turned unfriendly.
"You already view me as a predecessor."
This truly was a piece of scrap cloth, once again plotting to abscond with the funds, already seeking its next patron in advance. Prison Cloth said, "Preparedness ensures success; unpreparedness courts failure." Immediately after, it asked, "Are you ready?
I can send you off to your death at any moment." Qin Ming corrected: "My true body will not be involved, nor will the waste body wade into murky waters. I merely wish to use a resonance method to scout the path, to glimpse the truth."
The strange metal cloth ceased its glow, silent for a moment before uttering: "Troublesome." Was that a flicker of emotion? Qin Ming immediately resonated, probing Prison Cloth.