Dry, rough, without even looking I knew that I had become a pale face just like those outside.
It felt like being part of an organization, so does this mean I am one step closer to the Lonely King?
Of course, it's not just a visual effect. At that moment, Fu Qian could even feel the leech, which should have disappeared along with the burnt skin, becoming more active than ever under the skin.
Not only did it rapidly swell in size, but it even spread quickly.
Indeed, more brilliance now shone upon him.
Recalling Brother Leech's words at the time, Fu Qian sighed in his heart.
Of course, most importantly, it still proves that what I encountered in Akons at that time was indeed the Lonely King's sharp blade—Broken.
That was the only word the pale-faced man uttered, and Fu Qian remembered it vividly.
Thinking about it now, could it be the era name of the Lonely King?
