Mao Feiyang subconsciously stopped in his tracks.
"The rain will contaminate your 'Perception,'" Mu Daxian's voice rang out beside Mao Feiyang's ear, awakening him and simultaneously startling Lin Yi awake.
"This rain itself is a conglomerate of contamination; a moderate amount can stimulate your artistic cells, but too much will lead to your collapse."
"And by 'moderate,' I mean what's happening now... getting soaked is getting soaked, don't intentionally dwell on this sensation any further."
Mao Feiyang, half-understanding, quickly nodded, "Uh... okay."
He hurried to catch up with Mu Daxian—In such a place, having a guide was truly crucial.
As the two slowly made their way across the Stone Bridge, beneath it in the darkness, countless purebred Nightwalkers squirmed their bodies, moving slowly like a massive lump of putty following them, their 'shasha' friction noises drowned out by the storm, but the evil breath became denser after absorbing the rainwater.
