The carriage was quiet as its lights gradually brightened. Most of the passengers were still asleep, and Qin Fen had passed out too. Nobody noticed. Even if someone had seen him, the Moonlight Box's rewind of a few seconds would have eerily erased their memory. Such was the terrifying power of leaving no karmic trace.
Qin Fen had fainted, and Nian was almost there too. Unfortunately, it still had to endure the torment. The Endless Sea had temporarily quieted down as well. Sui and Xi lay sprawled on the ground like heaps of mud, as though someone had beaten them. Sui even began to sway, pouring out vast amounts of baleful aura. Xi abruptly raised its head, its eyes lighting up with an eerie red glow.
Those eyes flashed like lightning, gazing through the pitch-black expanse of the Endless Sea at a tall, headless man roaring in the distance!
The Heavenly Court's fashion exhibition was in full swing, while Paris Fashion Week in the Mortal Realm was drawing closer.
Inside a sprawling estate on the outskirts of Paris, a young man sat with his legs crossed, quietly watching a news report. A bottle of top-shelf wine, Romanée-Conti, stood on the coffee table before him. With his hands clasped together, he silently watched the young Asian man on the television. His fingers slowly began tapping against one another, until the reporter mentioned that Qin Fen was also a designer at Paris Fashion Week.
A trace of contempt suddenly curled his lips. Then he narrowed his eyes and kicked over the coffee table in front of him. Wine worth over ten thousand euros spilled across the marble floor, and the bottle shattered.
"An Asian man, with that much popularity? Hmph!"
"Boss, he should be your opponent this time!" A middle-aged man stepped