Indeed, one becomes noble by keeping company with the virtuous.
Faced with Frankie's straightforward refusal, Fu Qian not only didn't mind but was even deeply gratified.
In just a few minutes of interaction, his sincerity and efficiency were conveyed and understood so well, a model of leading new trends.
And in the vision, the transparent skull placed on Frankie's head again confirmed its pliability.
The moment they touched, the latter seemed to transform into a living creature, rapidly spreading from the top of the head downward, enveloping the entire face.
In a blink, the chief of the Fallen Star Clan had a bizarre look.
Bone-shaped marks covered the skin surface, faintly visible, paired with vague black turbulence, at first glance like an overly three-dimensional X-ray.
The remaining three, including Lady Xia, although mere spectators, had grave expressions.
"Take a good look, Lord Golim Xiao."
At this time, Frankie's voice came through, still not opening his closed eyes.
