Startled by the Void Shadow Clone, Edward lowered his head and did not dare glance in her direction again.
He had not expected the translucent girl opposite him to release such terrifying pressure... It was simply more frightening than facing a void behemoth.
But then again...
The Void Shadow Clone's flowing hair could be shaped at will and even radiate energy on its own, which meant it possessed powerful energy-conducting properties. In Edward's eyes, it was undoubtedly the finest, highest-quality hair.
If he could use such hair to make a wig, the chances of obtaining special effects would likely increase as well.
Unfortunately, he probably had no way of acquiring it.
Edward silently sighed to himself.
On the other side, the Void Shadow Clone gave a cold laugh, withdrew the Void Throne woven from her hair, and sat back down at the tea table.
As though nothing had happened.
She had no idea what Edward was thinking, so she could remain calm and composed. If she could hear his inner thoughts, Edward probably would no longer be in the Silver Forest Space by now...
Angel, however, had gleaned some of Edward's thoughts through emotional perception as he sat there with his head lowered, saying nothing.
A strange look could not help appearing in Angel's eyes. This fellow had quite some nerve—he really dared to think it!
Not to mention Edward, even Angel would not dare casually make such a suggestion. Not only would it be extremely discourteous, it would also be outright overstepping toward the Void Shadow Clone and Laplace.
Angel shook his head and stopped dwelling on it, lest Laplace notice something amiss.
He quickly changed the subject. "Since the Void Shadow Clone and Laplace don't want wigs, what about the rest of you?"
Angel's gaze swept over Gleipnir,