The next day, when Feng Qi and Lin Ran met again,
he found that Lin Ran's hair and eyes had both turned purple.
Even though he had long known that Lin Ran would be possessed by the Mist Lord last night, seeing Lin Ran's familiar face still filled his heart with indescribable pain.
After a brief silence, he suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, stepped forward to meet the Mist Lord, who had already opened his arms, and patted his back after embracing him.
All he could do now was ensure that Lin Ran's sacrifice had not been in vain.
So he had to keep moving forward with even greater resolve, lurk beside the Mist Lord, and uncover more useful intelligence.
When they separated, Feng Qi smiled and said,
"Want me to dye your hair? The way you look now is way too conspicuous."
Hearing this, the Mist Lord said nonchalantly,
"Now that I'm the actual controller of the Tiger Soul Research Institute, what does it matter if my hair changes color... Still, I should dye it. After all, I'm a public figure now. I'll definitely have to face the outside world often."
By the end of his sentence, the Mist Lord had changed his mind.
"Let's talk somewhere else," Feng Qi said at this moment, turning toward his room.
Seeing this, the Mist Lord immediately followed.
After returning to his room, closing the door, and sitting on the edge of the bed, Feng Qi looked toward the Mist Lord, who had already taken a seat on the sofa.
"How much of Lin Ran's memories did you obtain?"
"Not much. A lot of his memories were missing. Maybe I was too hasty during the possession process," the Mist Lord replied calmly.
In truth, he did not care about Lin