"Ah? O-Okay..." Scylla frowned slightly, but seeing the pure, utterly unclouded look in Chen Li's eyes, she felt that perhaps she had been overthinking things.
He had saved her life. She really should repay him.
If this was the only price she had to pay...
Clap! Chen Li brought his hands together, and Scylla's legs were wrapped in cosmic-colored stockings identical in color to her original phantom limbs. Her feet were likewise enclosed in matching high heels.
"How about it? This power's amazing, right? Clap your hands, and whatever you want appears. Want to learn it?"
"No..." Scylla hurriedly shook her head, her hanging bangs concealing her face.
Scylla felt somewhat ashamed of her own wild thoughts.
"What a picky disciple. Going by the usual plot, I should tap your head three times now, then tell you to come to my room after midnight." Chen Li rubbed his chin with a finger.
"Go to your room in the middle of the night... for what?"
"To teach you the Great Dao of immortality, of course! What else could it be for, messing around?"
"...If Master truly wishes to teach me, there is indeed one art I would like to learn." Scylla suddenly said.
"Oh? What kind of art?"
"The art of Deliverance. In today's universe, warmth is hard to preserve. Power always carries more weight than reason. I want to establish an order of my own, one where tragedies such as innocent civilizations being destroyed merely because of suspicion will never happen again, where power will no longer be the world's ultimate law." Scylla spoke from the heart.
She had this idea because her homeland had been annihilated simply because her people possessed the talent to adapt to all manner of extreme environments and energies.
Even they themselves had never discovered