"Who is it!"
Startled, Wen Wen flapped his pitch-black wings forcefully backward, but he didn't touch anything.
A wisp of black smoke quietly skirted around Wen Wen's wings and whispered in his ear, "You've been marked by the Hunter Association. I can help you escape from here."
The voice of the black smoke was ethereal and undulating, which made it difficult for Wen Wen to guess, "How insubstantial must one's body be to speak so lacking in vigor?"
"I'm being watched?"
Wen Wen was somewhat incredulous; he was clear about the setup here, and in his memory, this place had no hidden traps.
The black smoke laughed strangely: "This is a bait set by the Hunter Association. The moment you stepped into this prison, there were already several pairs of eyes watching you."
"Why should I believe you?"
"I am a servant of The Supreme, and I simply don't want you to fall into their trap."
The Supreme...
Could it be the Pervasive Angel?
