Fusi wore an expression that said she could not even be bothered to expose him, while Duke was thick-skinned enough not to feel embarrassed in the slightest.
With this kind of healing method, he would not find it troublesome even if he came every day.
Duke raised a hand and removed the mask from his face. His appearance, build, and aura all returned to normal.
"It looks more comfortable this way," Fusi said after looking him over.
Hearing Fusi's words, Duke merely shrugged noncommittally and casually stored the weightless Thousand Illusions Mask in his Spatial Ring. This thing would definitely prove very useful in the future.
"All right, the transaction is complete. I should be leaving as well," Duke said. The purpose of this trip had already been achieved beyond expectations.
For him, it had merely cost a small portion of Faith Power, while the gains had been more than worthwhile.
Aside from the slight enjoyment during the healing process, those three treasures were also extremely valuable. He had definitely not lost out.
"Was it merely a transaction? Hmph, let's go. It's time to head out," Fusi said, sounding somewhat upset as she walked ahead.
That soft nightgown faithfully outlined every inch of her curves once more. As she walked, its collar inevitably fell open slightly, revealing a deep, alluring pale cleavage and the astonishingly full curves at its edges, enough to make one's eyes swim.
Her slender waist seemed as though it could be grasped in one hand, as if it might snap beneath the abundant weight above it, yet it somehow supported her smooth, enticing S-shaped figure.
Barefoot, she stepped lightly across the cool floor with her jade-like feet, leading Duke onward.
The hem of her nightgown swayed softly with her steps. Each time she moved, her long,