What is this thing.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
The three great questions of a snake's life, the Black Python crashes on the spot, completely ignoring Lin Jie's inquiries.
The most perplexing part is, the Black Tornado is late and leaves early every day, when was it ever planned? Does it know itself? How dare the Black Tornado lie to the great Jiaolong King!?
Wait!
"Could it be..."
A sudden flash of insight hits the Black Python, its spine scales exploding layer by layer, standing upright, an unstoppable fear envelops it, the snake tail involuntarily curling into a circle.
Trembling!
From start to finish... has it all been the Black Tornado's conspiracy?
All its little moves, its little schemes, its overturn plan...
