The perceived value of the preceding evaluations is still rising; just who is the formidable figure capable of achieving this level?
The budding smile of true anticipation is right before me, yet Zhen remains completely unaware, merely staring directly down with an air of superiority.
Fu Qian isn't fixated on this minor dilemma and instead sighs from a grander perspective.
Moments ago, there was talk of the rarity of normalcy in the mortal world, but in the blink of an eye, the Transcendent Index is about to skyrocket, with the frost-cold aura emanating from Zhen as proof.
Moreover, it seems far more than just a transformation induced by stimuli; it's more akin to the old saying that the fault lies with the entire world.
Closed curtains, vanished others, the layered milk, and the surrounding floor covered with dark red stains unseen by Zhen...
All these hint at either being under intense psychological influence or having grown apart from that world moments ago.
