The way the singing bowl rang gave Mike an otherworldly feeling yesterday. He wanted to try creating an instrument that worked best for him.
Faced with Mike, who was oddly serious to his standard, Shannon didn't speak another word while Rhodes quickly wavered. "You should've led with that…"
Shannon watched as the two finally settled on a price of two thousand dollars. While it was possible Mike had deliberately played on emotions to push the price down, she knew that his desire to improve his strength was genuine.
After all, she could understand that feeling all too well.
If she had been stronger, she wouldn't have had to rely on Benjamin to save Seastone at the cost of his golden light dissipating. Before she could find him, she needed to become more dependable herself.
It wasn't just about refining her spiritual energy and mystic arts techniques but also about unlocking her own supernatural power.
She needed to learn how to control her power and become even stronger than she was now.
Sharing the same sentiment was Lexie, who quietly kept vigil by Heston's side.
Because of her contract with the Unmelting Bone, she had become somewhat complacent, thinking that with the power of the Unmelting Bone, she had become strong enough.
However, she had forgotten that while Heston was indeed the Unmelting Bone, he was only a half-formed one.
His body wasn't like the completed version of the Unmelting Bone, indestructible and immortal. Against powerful foes, he could be injured, and worse, he could die. As his contractor, she had become too reliant on Heston.
If she continued on like before, she would only drag Heston down. Thus, she had to become stronger.
Once his body had fully healed, she planned to take him back to the clan. She wasn't just focused on her own cultivation; she was determined to forge his body into something even more formidable.
She would no longer cry as she watched Heston fall, unable to do anything but stand helplessly by.
She, Lexie Winslow, would become the strongest corpse master in her clan!
"The Special Security Agents said to spend more time under the sun if you want to dispel the lingering negative energy on your body. What you're doing now will only make things worse."
Had it been before, Leonel would have definitely scolded her, accusing her of hoping he would be incapacitated so she could take his position.
But ever since witnessing in the dream how this "daughter" took away the monster, his gaze toward Yvette had become tinged with a complicated wariness, even though he knew it was just a dream.
Turning his head away, he pulled his blanket a little higher and muttered under his breath, "No need. I'm fine lying like this."
Yvette glared at him, her voice soaked with an added hint of dominance. "Get out of bed and change your clothes. We're going down for a walk."
Naturally, Leonel was dissatisfied with her tone. He turned his head, ready to refute, but she shot him a deadly stare and enunciated, "Now!"
"This brat! I'll go, even without you yelling at me! I'm your father, for goodness' sake!" he complained silently.
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