The Masterminds' Exchange
Early morning, a corner of an alley in Shangjing.
"It's so wonderful that you're all right!"
Wen Li had barged in before the shop even opened and walked straight over, making no effort to hide her relief.
Unlike usual, she was clearly dressed for action in a shirt and trousers.
Considering how early she'd shown up at the bookstore, it was entirely possible she'd been waiting here ever since the brainwashing operation.
Miss, I know people these days love hearing auspicious words, but isn't "all right" a bit of an exaggeration?
Her long-awaited greeting also prompted Fu Qian to check his condition again.
His items and abilities were all still there. No problem.
But what was in his right eye socket could still only be called a sphere.
And his left arm didn't even have a prosthetic.
There was no way this level of injury had anything to do with being all right.
But Miss Wen had just rendered a great service. How could Fu Qian be so petty as to nitpick her words? He gave her a slight nod and gestured for her to sit.
"You've worked hard. I should be thanking you for your help."
As for her staring at him and even looking a little strange, he understood that, too. After all, not many people wore armor first thing in the morning.
Shimmering armor, as if made of countless tiny mirrors.
It even seemed almost alive, shifting and changing as its dreamy, bewildering light caught the eye and ensnared the soul.
There was nothing he could do; Miss Wen had arrived far too quickly.
Almost the instant he returned, Fu Qian sensed the disturbance below—Wen Li's aura had suddenly surged.
He hadn't gone out of his way to conceal himself, but it was clear