The company you keep can elevate your character.
Faced with Frankie's straightforward refusal, Fu Qian not only didn't mind, but was even deeply gratified.
After only a few minutes of contact, his sincerity and efficiency had been conveyed and understood so thoroughly. It was a model for ushering in a new trend.
And the transparent skull worn atop Frankie's head in his field of vision once again proved its pliability.
The instant it made contact, it seemed to come alive, rapidly spreading down from the crown until it covered his entire face.
In the blink of an eye, the head of the Fallen Star race had taken on a strange appearance.
Traces shaped like bones shimmered faintly across the surface of his skin, and with the indistinct black currents swirling around him, at first glance he looked like an excessively three-dimensional X-ray.
As for the remaining three, including Lady Xia, although they were merely spectators, their expressions were equally solemn.
"Pay close attention, Sir Gorimshaw."
Frankie's voice rang out. His closed eyes remained shut.
"What comes next may be hard to believe, but I hope you'll watch until the end."
Hmm... why did that sound so familiar?
Although Frankie's tone was exceedingly serious, Fu Qian couldn't help feeling a strong urge to mock the all-too-familiar line, given that he was the one being addressed.
Of course, that didn't stop him from following the advice, standing still and waiting for enlightenment.
After all that guidance and cultivation, the results had finally come. How could he miss it?
As Frankie finished his last word, a peculiar change finally swept through the entire secret chamber.
The first thing to hit him was a beastlike, labored panting.
The light was a little brighter, yet the sense of oppression was even stronger.
Fu Qian