The Apex Guild hall in Magic City was silent.
A Space Crack opened soundlessly, and Qin Chuan stepped back into the real world.
He had barely stopped when the shadows in the corner writhed. A cloud of dark purple mist swiftly condensed into a human figure.
Dies Martin emerged from the shadows in an elegant suit, holding a half-full glass of red wine.
He had been about to make a few cutting remarks, but before he could speak, he froze as though someone had hit pause.
His dark purple pupils contracted sharply as he stared at Qin Chuan.
"You..." Dies Martin's hand trembled, spilling a few drops of wine onto the expensive carpet. "Something about your scent is wrong."
Qin Chuan sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs.
"How so?"
With his free hand, Dies Martin clawed irritably at the air.
"I can't put my finger on it. Your aura hasn't changed much." Dies Martin strode closer. "But something about it puts me on edge. Where did you just go? No, what did you just do? This aura... why do you smell like creation?"
As the Lord of Lies and Deceit, Dies Martin was acutely sensitive to laws.
In that brief instant, he had sensed something from Qin Chuan that he had only ever read about in the oldest texts.
It was absolute dominion beyond all dimensions.
Qin Chuan smiled.
"Set up a little workshop." Qin Chuan picked up the teapot and poured himself some water. "Picked up two workers to run the sewing machines while I was at it."
Dies Martin's mouth twitched.
Like hell it's a little workshop!
"Wrath and Gluttony?" Dies Martin asked tentatively.
Qin Chuan nodded. "Caught them in Paris just now. They're working on my assembly line. One absorbs emotions, the other refines