In the boundless mystery, the magicless world is recovering, and the exquisite, gigantic Spirit Communication box flips, displaying card after card.
Tang Qi sighed, rubbed his brow, and slightly adjusted his posture on the Divine Chair. His elbow rested on the wide, cold armrest, his hand supporting his chin, as he subtly rolled his eyes.
There was no reason; he just wanted to make this gesture.
Tang Qi was now quite sure that the chair beneath him, "Fark," had just been pretending to be scared before.
At that moment, the "endless chatter," with every word exuding a rich aura of "sorrow," truly revealed the real Fark.
Tang Qi uttered just two words, and the chair beneath him responded with no less than two hundred fifty-six words, punctuation included.
In between, it discreetly revealed its origins, leaked the former master Beckfast's hobbies, and madly attacked the Fate Goddess.
