Bicchy had no idea how he had walked out of the Burning Legion's shop. Even after leaving, he had no idea how long he had stood outside its entrance. By the time he came back to his senses, he still looked utterly dazed.
"What... just happened?"
Bicchy was an idiot, a genuine idiot. When he turned around and looked back at the Burning Legion's remarkably understated storefront, Xiao Ran's figure seemed to appear before his eyes again, and Xiao Ran's voice rang in his ears once more.
In that instant, Bicchy felt his vision blur. The shop before him was no longer a shop, but the gaping maw of an incomparably massive and terrifying dragon, waiting to swallow in one bite anyone daring enough to provoke it. No, not just those who provoked it—anyone who dared stand before that enormous mouth would likely be unable to escape being devoured.
Then the image shifted. The dragon and its gaping maw vanished without a trace, becoming that ordinary shop entrance once more. If he had previously merely thought this was a low-key storefront, then now that very low-key normality felt inexplicably terrifying to Bicchy.
He did not know whether he had found a powerful backer or torn away the veil concealing a dragon. It was even harder to fathom what that dragon was thinking. It possessed overwhelming strength yet chose to remain hidden and low-key; it possessed power enough to be called the greatest under heaven, yet remained unknown. What exactly was it after?
Bicchy suddenly shuddered again. "Nearly fifty" and "a casual one or two hundred" kept bouncing around in his mind. He turned and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Xiao Ran had remained in the reception room at the back. Only when the Cat-eared girl came in did he slowly