With every molt, Feng Yi's abilities also changed, and his perception grew stronger.
Whether that fish was thrown horizontally or fell straight from the sky, he could certainly sense it.
Therefore, when the fish fell in front of him, Feng Yi's first reaction was that someone had thrown something from high above. He just couldn't figure out why anyone would throw a fish from up there.
But the fish didn't carry a human scent, so he didn't know who would do such a despicable thing!
Feng Yi cursed under his breath, not dwelling on the fish. Molting consumed too much energy, and he now felt a bit weak and in urgent need of replenishing his energy.
The rain was still falling, quite gently, showing a trend of stopping gradually. In the sky, the gaps in the clouds grew wider, letting through more and more sunlight.
After straightening his clothes, Feng Yi walked under the eaves and into the house.
The interior had already been decorated with a vibrant birthday atmosphere.
