Vishdair was speechless: "Who the hell can understand this? I can't even feel it."
Remyu finally had no choice, hands on hips: "Oh, didn't Lin Guang say something similar? That's the feeling!"
Vishdair frowned: "It's one thing for him to feel such mystical things, but why can you feel it too? Are you sensing it with the circle on your head?"
"I'm really sorry for not evolving into a Sakota back then."
"Huh?!"
The red-haired girl widened her eyes, clearly shocked, and obviously wanted to delve deeper into the matter.
But the next moment, an unexpected approach interrupted their chat.
They turned their heads and saw the figure tirelessly singing and dancing on stage, constantly displaying skills.
The face, painted with light makeup, looked pure and youthful without any flamboyance, now excitedly gazing at them.
It was Haruka Mizuno.
