Before the round table conference, the Cat Clan youth, who was spinning a pen, paused.
The talisman above his head slumbered.
Night had fallen over the Divine Hall Alliance, and it was utterly silent.
Yu Ling's amber eyes quietly gazed at the silhouette cast by the dim light. He thought of the little female from the Rabbit Clan, of all her expressions—elated, shy, melancholy, sad…
Countless images of the little female flashed through his mind.
The Cat Clan youth rarely found himself wavering.
As a Prophet, he made every decision without hesitation.
He had a good idea why the young female wanted to ask him to meet.
The Divine Hall Alliance had a mountain of matters to deal with every day, and their time was running out. On the eve of the world's fall, he had to collect all the bones of the Beast God.
He should refuse her.
His limited time should be spent on worthwhile endeavors.
Not chasing after…
...a phantom romance.
One with no future.
