On a dense layer of clouds, the man in the black robe suddenly felt a chill, a vague sense of foreboding.
Can't be right? I haven't even arrived yet!
This oppressive feeling seemed to have started after flying over Moyang City, but he couldn't figure out why.
So he blamed it on the big iron box behind him, this thing was a dangerous weapon, indiscriminately causing endless trouble.
"Hey, what's your name..."
He wanted to call out to the guy who had knocked on his door, ready to head to his death, but couldn't recall his name.
No choice, those under his command were all cannon fodder, which he regularly sent to die; he was too lazy to remember their names.
Fortunately, this one was perceptive enough to know he was being called and quickly flew forward, respectfully addressing him, "Master, are you looking for me?"
The man in the black robe was pleased with his cleverness, nodding as he spoke, "I intend to give you an important task."
