The Calamity Strikes (21)
Between the lines of his palm, streaks of red slowly emerged and twisted, as though someone were writing in the air.
Without taking the assignment Lita had presented, Fu Qian opened his hand and watched as the emblem of the King of Prison Break reappeared beneath his gaze.
After another round of impact just now, his control over the dream had improved again, making this operation easy enough. And the design itself was simple to begin with.
Only after a few seconds, when Fu Qian had finished recreating it, did he finally reach out and take Lita's artwork, placing the two side by side.
"Did I miss anything?"
At his actions, Lita, who had been on tenterhooks the whole time, couldn't help leaning closer in her incorporeal form, carefully comparing the two designs.
And clearly, her untrained eye couldn't spot anything.
Fu Qian's own untrained eye couldn't either.
What appeared in his palm was exactly the same design as the one on the paper—crude, sublime, and completely unrelated to the King of Prison Break.
Even though the image in his mind just now had definitely been the correct emblem.
In fact, Fu Qian had already felt something strange when he showed it to Lita earlier, as if something were interfering with him.
But at the time, in order to maintain his air of authority, he had spent all the strength he could spare on those few seconds, with just enough control to manage it. When he withdrew his hand, he hadn't even had a chance to take a look.
Now, this scene was proof once again of just how important it was to check your work when you were done.
The emblem of the King of Prison Break, which he had sensed without the slightest