"What did you do!"
Even though the wave moved really slowly, Fu Qian still felt something sharp in his hand at a certain moment.
The smooth golden cover was swiftly transforming into thorny rings, struggling with immense power, the "alive" attribute was more evident than ever before.
And amidst Sha Ming's existentially questioning roar, Fu Qian was clearly aware that the effect of "Homeward" could already be used.
Considering the Red Moon's recent taciturnity, Fu Qian prioritized taking off the mask on his face.
"Hehe... not bad."
As the scene abruptly switched, a string of joyful laughter followed.
Patch, who insisted on watching the drama till now, seemed very satisfied with the final twists and turns.
"Someone as interesting as you, why choose such boring work?"
Their regret for casting pearls before swine accompanied it.
"Guess, hehe..."
In response, Fu Qian laughed in exactly the same style.
