Just then, the cat's voice echoed in Kranos' mind, pulling him out of his thoughts and cultivation.
"Old man, the transmigrator anomaly is regaining consciousness. Aren't you even curious what kind of golden finger he possesses?"
Kranos frowned slightly, unfamiliar with the strange term. A glimmer of confusion crossed his face as he asked, "What is a golden finger?"
The cat let out a dramatic sigh. "Truly hopeless. How dumb…" it muttered before shaking its head and delivering a swift smack to the still-unconscious man's forehead.
A soft ripple spread from the cat's paw, striking the man's head, but a faint shadowy aura cloaked his body, absorbing the blow entirely. He was in no real danger.
"Arg," the young man groaned, his voice hoarse as he stirred. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes that were dull and unfocused. Blinking slowly, he struggled to make sense of his surroundings.
