Yellow Shirt Fatty

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library.
It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill.
Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, 
The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing,
To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story.
If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.
Keep in mind.

The Gentleman at the End

"Wearing your emotions right on your face isn't like you at all, William."


"Besides, this is the main city of your humans, where there should be many powerful beings, right? Since you've come out, you shouldn't have anything to worry about, should you?"


"If it were that simple, I wouldn't have needed to 'Gaze at the Moon'... Lorrian, you seem to be just a projection?"


"That's correct. My physical body is adrift thousands of kilometers away in the ocean, following the 'Path' that the Duke pointed out to me.


As much as I'd like to come over and see what trouble you've gotten yourself into, it's really hard to get away under the gaze of the sea."


Lorrian's body appeared to be sitting by the tree, but in reality, it was just a human projection formed by moonlight.


Though realistic, Yi Chen could easily see through it and felt that most of Lorrian's mind wasn't focused here.


Chapter 289: The Plan