Crafting a Face

Looking at Jenny, Li Ziran smiled bitterly to himself. He should have left himself a fallback plan.

He rarely did this sort of rework.

Thorn Prison was clearly not the best place for surgery. Cavis was monitoring this place, and more importantly, there were no materials here. He needed to return to his own Snow World.

As he came out of Thorn Prison, he happened to run into Cavis, who was leaving the Judgment Room. The two merely stared at each other. They wanted to exchange greetings, yet neither could bring himself to speak.

Li Ziran chuckled and headed straight up the stairs by the side entrance. Cavis understood at once and entered through another passage.

To be honest, there was no deep grudge between them. Yet now, they were like strangers who did not share a single word in common.

After leaving the Inquisition, Li Ziran was not as relaxed as last time. The thought of the sealing curse gave him a headache, and more importantly, there was Jenny.

She was an innocent girl, and she had helped him before.

He felt somewhat guilty about setting up such a girl, but reason told him that this was the simplest way to reach the head of the Inquisition.

The simplest rule of survival was learning how to conserve effort.

Though he would feel guilty, he had to force that guilt down into the depths of his heart.

Long ago, Li Ziran had heard that the reason the strong were strong was not because they were ruthless toward others, but because they could be ruthless toward others without feeling the slightest trace of guilt.

To achieve that, one had to understand the essence of things from the ground up.

I... should be evolving, shouldn't I? Li Ziran laughed silently.

He took