What was that?
The moment Tu Xiao'an's Snake Gaze fell upon that long, slender shadow, he couldn't look away.
It was a snake, yes, but not some massive python. It was a small snake, just over three feet long.
It slithered out from a dark corner at a leisurely pace, its bewitching, dance-like movements holding an irresistible allure.
Tu Xiao'an couldn't believe it. How could such a small snake cast such a huge shadow? He looked at the back wall of the mourning hall, and sure enough, the enormous snake-like silhouette was still reflected there.
A small snake casting a huge shadow—this was so fucking unscientific.
A moment later, the three-foot-long snake slithered up to Zhao Da, who was kneeling with his head bowed. The snake then raised its head, coiling up the front half of its body. It was only then that Tu Xiao'an finally got a clear look at it.
