That sentence had actually been true: great faith was contagious.
Though the change was so slight it could be ignored, Fu Qian could still easily tell what had happened—leeches were sprouting on his body.
As he witnessed the great radiance shining from the person before him, that radiance was even being conveyed to him.
Not just an abstract enthusiast, but a master of the abstract arts.
An act that seemed ascetic had actually triggered a change of this magnitude. For a moment, Fu Qian seemed to have gained a deeper understanding of the power of the "Great Court."
Though part of it was because he had adjusted himself to the Second Order, just a little "radiance" could affect him to this extent.
The power of that "Lone King" was clearly no small thing on its home turf.
"Excellent, excellent... I saw it too, I saw it too..."
And now, fueled by Fu Qian's approval, Brother Leech was becoming even more excited.
His prominent Adam's apple looked like a bell that had been squeezed flat. It quivered, rubbing out a sound that made one's eardrums ache.
But it was obvious that these later remarks were no longer meant for Fu Qian. They belonged to the realm of self-admiration.
Amid his trembling ellipses, Brother Leech had even pulled off his hood and stuck out a tongue that looked congested with internal heat. He greedily licked his own body—or, more precisely, the leeches on it.
In the blink of an eye, his back looked even shinier and slicker.
See? There was a difference between acting and putting your heart into it.
Fu Qian had no intention of imitating him, of course, or of moistening the back of his hand with saliva.
That didn't stop him from praising Brother Leech's performance, though.
As he