'What in the fuck is that?'
From what Jinju Yang could see from a distance, a total of eight Zhen clansmen, including the Martial Elder Zhen Fei, were staring at what appeared to be a weird color lump on the ceiling.
But what he could sense was...nothing, which was a new sensation to him.
Thankfully though, he was about to ask some people who probably had a better idea than he did.
Maybe.
"And you're sure that isn't just a giant spider egg or something?"
"Positive, Martial Elder," Zhen Wang answered.
"Actually, this is an incredibly familiar scenario and I have a very good idea as to-"
"Hello there, Zhen Clansmen!," Jinju Yang interrupted as he walked over to the group, "what's gotten everyone's attention this fine morn-"
*WHAM!*
"BY THE SCALES!"
"Oh godsdammit."
