Chapter 132
"She doesn't need to know," Weiwei said simply, her voice completely flat and calm, no excess emotion spared, as if she couldn't bring herself to spare him more attention than was needed.
Before Long Zhan could even open his mouth to argue or ask another question, the small black cat's body flickered once like a dying flame, and then she completely vanished into thin air.
She left behind absolutely nothing but the cold, whistling mountain wind that swept across the rocky peak.
Long Zhan sat there entirely alone on the hard dirt. His massive, calloused hands were trembling slightly as he held the items Weiwei had dropped.
In his left hand was a small, glowing porcelain bottle containing a pill that felt alive with energy, and in his right hand was an ancient leather map.
