It seemed the side effects of producing a Mirror Clone were greater than expected.
A rift in the spirit!
But why was Fei Jie, that burly man who seemed tough both inside and out, having this issue too?
He had a preference for that style of woman, which was even more cartoonish than the two-dimensional characters themselves.
The Ghost Warship faced increasing repulsion as it surged out of the black vortex, still feeling like it had penetrated something. Then, a blinding flash, and when visibility returned, the two "deceived" pure breeds screamed in unison, frantically hiding inside the cabin.
The maid looked terrified, as if the dark waters harbored man-eating demons, whereas the young girl in the dress showed not fear, but disgust, as though she had suddenly fallen into a mud pit.
"I never thought your home would be in a place like this, oh dear, it's disgusting, it's filthy, what should I do if I regret it now?"
