"Perhaps…" Leisk pulled the Fog Horn from his chest and examined it in his hand for a moment, "I really can't feel the connection with the Mist Envoy anymore. Maybe blowing this horn here won't make anything happen."
"You'd better not blow it anyway." Chaoyang muttered to himself. When he was shaping Leisk's body, he hadn't replicated the horn, which seemed to be bound to Leisk's soul. Even after changing bodies, the other could still pull out a horn that shouldn't exist from his chest. "There are no Evil Gods in this world."
Strangely enough, Leisk didn't immediately respond, but after hesitating for a moment, he said, "I… am not sure."
"What do you mean?"
"No… nothing, it's probably just an illusion," he shook his head, dismissing his own guess, "Such an unbelievable world should not have been established under the influence of an Evil God."
"Would you three like something to drink?" At this point, the flight attendant came over and asked.
