The fleeting illusion, the love of good and evil deceit, what I bestow upon you is truly yours.
If I choose not to give, declaring it otherwise would be quite impolite.
After casually firing a gigantic Air Bullet, Fu Qian faced the White Head Sanctuary, now adorned with both youth and beauty, with proud disdain.
I admit you do possess some degree of nobility, but in the realm dominated by me, these treacherous antics are somewhat naive.
Nobility naturally refers to this White Head Sanctuary projected into the dreamscape, with the Finger Ball as the marker and the ecstasy from Brother Benji as the drive.
Its reaction to further blasphemy earlier clearly proved a lot.
This sanctuary, sacred and noble, making one reluctant to entertain even the slightest impure thought, paradoxically seems to represent the extreme of desire.
Such contrast is both fascinating and reasonable.
It offers another example different from Professor Chang Mo's previous speculation.
