Just as he prepared to go back and confess his troubles to Hand, a voice sounded behind him.
"What are you doing?"
The little monk instinctively turned his pocket behind him.
But this time he drew a blank, as a snow leopard nimbly backflipped in the air, swatting the monk's pocket to the ground with its tail.
"Half a two-hour has passed, what are you doing here, why can't I sense the City Lord's presence, where has he gone?"
The little monk pointed to the pocket on the ground, "Here."
Hand, "?"
After a brief hesitation, Hand angrily said, "Useless, we need to leave here immediately. As for this matter, let's frame it on the Western Barbarian barbarian, I..."
The little monk, "Can't frame him, because he's in the bag too."
Hand, "..."
Looking at the little monk, Hand suddenly felt like biting him.
But before he could do so, a loud noise suddenly came from the east, like an earthquake shaking the heavens and earth.
The city was thrown into chaos.
