Undercurrents and Stellaron Hunters

"You damn fox! You hid it so well—why didn't you tell me you'd become this powerful?"

Qingque stepped forward and spoke to Zhang Qi with a resentful look on her face.

"If you say that, you'll have to apologize to every foxian."

"Besides, it's not like you asked."

Zhang Qi spread his hands as he answered.

Qingque opened her mouth, only to realize she had no rebuttal.

Yeah, she really had never asked.

She had known this guy for decades, from when she had just joined the Divination Commission and spent every day figuring out how to skip work, to now, when she had become the most senior slacker in the entire commission.

In her memory, he had always been a frail scholar buried in books and artifact furnaces. He was smart, and an excellent card-playing partner, but when it came to fighting—

Qingque thought back. The last time she had seen Zhang Qi throw a punch was when he had been buying the Artisanship Commission's newly released limited-edition "Mechanical Bird: Golden Wind and Jade Dew" model. Another collector had cut in front of him, and the two had ended up brawling in a heap outside the shop. In the end, both had been hauled off by the Divination Commission to write self-criticisms.

Who could have imagined that today, he would suddenly transform like the protagonist of some third-rate storybook—hit on the head by a meteor from beyond the heavens, then waking up with all his meridians opened, becoming an unrivaled master overnight?

That wasn't scientific—

"These Cloud Knights suddenly succumbed to mara-struck transformations. I'm afraid this isn't a simple matter."

Zhang Qi shifted his gaze from Qingque's conflicted face to the two retired veterans. "Let's call today's card game here."

"Mm."

The two uncles exchanged a glance. The shock