As he spoke to this point, Jia Zijie's face flushed with feverish excitement.
Xue An frowned slightly.
Because he saw a kind of indescribable madness in Jia Zijie.
This expression he had only seen on the faces of paranoiacs.
As expected.
Before Xue An could even ask, Jia Zijie had already started rambling on.
"The power of that thing is truly inconceivable, an existence no one can rival! Ridiculous that this Hundred Benevolence Store uses such might merely for hunting—holding a golden bowl to beg for food, laughable to the extreme!"
"Don't you agree?"
Xue An smiled. "Seems that way."
"Not 'seems'—it is!" As he spoke, Jia Zijie's tone grew more and more deranged.
With his words, the Spiritual Power leaking from him disturbed the entire Small World, making it restless.
The Elves on the square stirred uneasily, many of them showing fear on their faces.
Because from Jia Zijie they felt an indescribable, terrifying might.
