His pickup truck was red, but the one before him gave off a deep blue sheen all over, like a breathing gemstone in the depths of the sea.
That blue was not harsh on the eyes. Instead, it carried an eerie contradiction that was both reassuring and unsettling.
"Hey, wasn't Mr. Yang's pickup red?
How did it turn blue?"
"Are you stupid? Did you forget what Sequence of Transcendent he is?
An Artifact Refiner!
Changing the color of his own car would be a piece of cake!"
"Still don't get it?
He put his pickup truck back in the furnace and reforged it!"
Comments rose and fell throughout the crowd.
Yang Yong ignored them, opened the door, and sat in the driver's seat.
The moment he shut the door, the world went quiet.
Then he saw that figure in the windshield.
It was a woman with a voluptuous figure, a long blue dress wrapping around her like water. She was twenty-seven or twenty-eight.
She stood in the reflection on the windshield, staring expressionlessly at Yang Yong, her gaze as hollow as two deep wells, reflecting no emotion at all.
She could not speak, could not smile, could not do anything.
Yang Yong's heart lurched.
Had the Ten-Thousand-Forging Primordial Furnace wiped her memories again?
He was all too familiar with that blank gaze.
Back when the Red-Clothed Female Ghost, the Love Letter Ghost, and the Little Girl Eerie first emerged from the Three-Yang God-Sealing Banner, they had all been in this same state of knowing nothing.
That meant he would have to slowly train her from scratch again.
He did not dwell on it and tried giving a command. "Drive a lap around this parking lot."
Then he let go of the steering wheel.
The buttons on the center console switched