Mathematical Bliss (2)
"I could watch this scene a thousand times and never get tired of it."
As it turned out, the Rebirth Club's reputation had yet to reach the Pure Land.
While Lu Ming's name didn't elicit a reaction from him, the audience was clearly delighted by Fu Qian's response, especially the blond man who had opened his coffin.
"You can call me Godo."
He even introduced himself cheerfully, his voice full of admiration.
"Sure, Godo."
Fu Qian didn't comment on the name. He was more curious about everyone's reaction.
The way he had "forced himself to stay calm" only for his shock to finally show had clearly left the group quite satisfied.
They weren't exactly friendly, but their attitude wasn't entirely incomprehensible.
That remark about a hundred years alone was enough to spark all sorts of speculation.
Given the varied appearances of the audience, one could imagine people from different eras dying, waking up in this "Pure Land," and gathering together much as he had.
And perhaps the onlookers felt like people watching a newborn see the world for the first time, unwilling to miss that look of awe and dismay.
Of course, that gesture of covering his face just now definitely hadn't been because he was surprised.
You couldn't just make up a name like that.
There were no mirrors around, so he had only used that gesture to get a quick look at his current appearance.
It might not have been a perfect match, but as a flesh expert who had performed the procedure countless times, he had no trouble getting a general idea.
As it turned out, it was neither his original face nor Old Master Lu's, but a completely unfamiliar one.
Also, he didn't seem to be a "young man," as Godo had said.