Wei Cang's eyes bulged as he stared at the monster, an endless fear and restlessness constantly rising from the depths of his heart. The tentacles growing out of the creature's head seemed to be the source of all terror, constantly stirring his heartstrings, giving him a trembling that stemmed from the very core of his being.
His rationality slowly faded, and the Primordial Spirit within Wei Cang began to seethe.
However, upon seeing the suddenly mutated monster, Xuan Nu merely paused in slight surprise, not finding it disgusting. On the contrary, she actually thought it was somewhat cute.
She kindly said, "Are you a mutant?"
If the suppressed and bizarre sensation that had followed her down the alley had cast a shadow over her heart, the appearance of the monster before her was oddly reassuring.
