It was completely imaginable, the scene of that underground gathering.
Watching Benji with his head lowered, eyes half-closed, gazing at the Finger Ball in his palm, Fu Qian seemed to see many others in the same posture, their hearts filled with hope.
Although the movement was simple, like a prayer often seen in faith, the unique shape of the ball gave it a special visual allure.
Even with flesh still preserved, the ten fingers wrapped around it seemed to subtly integrate into the ball.
Even that unique sanctity was thereby inversely transmitted.
Originally, Benji loved life and savored gourmet food, but suddenly, he seemed to revert to his original purity, with a more refined, clear aura.
"It feels the same as last time, I—"
However, he clearly did not forget what he was doing, quickly articulating his feelings without needing a reminder.
Unfortunately, just as he began to speak, the new Academy Professor immediately gestured for silence.
