"Otherwise, why do you think I would be struck by lightning?"
Feng Qing'an opened his palms. What he was currently doing was not respectable; without any permission, forcibly devouring Cave Sky.
"If you just want to control this place, you shouldn't be struck by lightning!"
The tiny people were puzzled about Feng Qing'an's current predicament. They couldn't see the nine-headed snake that fully enveloped him, therefore they didn't understand to what extent their small world, which nurtured them, was being invaded.
"There are other reasons."
"What reasons?"
These tiny people, who had a temperament that contrasted with their small stature, possessed a strong and fiery curiosity, insisting on digging to the bottom of things.
"Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. You can't see it."
