You want me to play the Foehn wind? Are you kidding me?

Lu Feng turned around and flew towards the direction where the amber light had dissipated.

In just a few seconds, Lu Feng arrived nearby.

"Hmm? The person being watched by the security guard, is that Fang Xing?"

Lu Feng landed on top of a broken wall, his boots barely making a sound as they stepped on the shattered stone slabs.

He looked down at the ruins below and saw Fang Xing sitting on the rubble, looking down at his palms.

Han Ya leaned against the wall not far away, bandaging her shoulder, while Fan Tong squatted beside her, wiping his short knife, which had already been dulled.

"That's impressive."

He said to himself

"He was just an ordinary superhuman in the first instance, but now he's being looked down upon by Cripper."

Lu Feng leaped down from the broken wall and landed a few steps in front of Fang Xing.

Fang Xing looked up and was somewhat surprised when she saw Lu Feng.

Lu Feng looked at him and got straight to the point.

"You have a protective aura about you."

Fang Xing looked down at his hands, then looked up again.

"...What?"

Fang Xing looked down at his palm, but saw nothing.

He looked up at Lu Feng and repeated it.

"...Storage protection?"

Lu Feng remained silent.

Fang Xing was not surprised; he had already realized that the person in front of him did not like to talk.

"You've come to see us in person... is there something you need?"

Lu Feng didn't speak. He glanced at Fang Xing, then stepped forward and grabbed him by the back of the collar before Fang Xing could react.

Fang Xing's body was lifted up by a force, his feet left the ground, and his whole body was suspended in mid-air.

Han Ya suddenly stood up.

"Oh God... what is he doing?"

Fang Xing was held in Lu Feng's hand, like a cat being lifted by the scruff of its neck. He was swayed a few times and then stopped moving.

Lu Feng carried Fang Xing forward at a moderate pace.

Han Ya and Fan Tong paused for a moment before quickly catching up.

Lu Feng led them through several narrow alleys amidst the ruins, and then they arrived at a wide open square.

Lu Feng stopped in the center of the square and let go.

Fang Xing landed on the ground, his feet firmly planted, and he stood still.

He patted his crumpled collar and looked at Lu Feng.

"...You dragged me here just to leave me here?"

Lu Feng glanced at him, then raised his hand and pointed to the ground of the square where Fang Xing was standing, and then pointed at him.

Lu Feng withdrew his hand and stood quietly in the shadows at the edge of the square, waiting.

Fang Xing looked at Lu Feng and frowned.

He wondered why Lu Feng had brought him here.

Fang Xing looked away and then looked down at his hands again.

There was nothing in my palm; my skin was the normal color, and even the lingering warmth of the amber color that had been glowing just moments before had dissipated.

He clenched his fist, then relaxed it.

There was nothing particularly special about it; it was the same as when he sat on the pile of rubble before.

That power remained quietly within him, motionless.

He stood in the square and waited for a while, but nothing happened.

He waited a while longer, but nothing happened.

Fang Xing couldn't help but speak, his voice low, as if he were talking to himself.

"...How long do I have to stand here?"

Han Ya and Fan Tong stood at the edge of the square, about twenty steps away from Fang Xing.

Han Ya's gaze shifted from Fang Xing to Lu Feng in the shadows, then back again, without saying a word.

Fan Tong squatted down beside him and said in a low voice.

"Beautiful lady, may I ask what he's doing? Does he want us to stand here like statues?"

Han Ya shook her head.

Fan Tong waited a while longer, then stood up and patted his knees.

"Then I'll go ask."

Han Ya reached out and stopped him.

Don't go.

Fan Tong glanced at her hand.

Why?

Han Ya looked at her like she was an idiot.

"Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore, I'll just squat down."

Fang Xing stood in the square, bored, and began to wait again.

During this time, Fang Xing, having nothing to do, began to carefully sense the unfamiliar power within his body.

He raised his hand, looked at his palm, and tried to recall the feeling of that amber light shining through.

Warm, substantial, as if something was growing from his bones and then slowly seeping into the surface of his skin.

He tried to bring that feeling back.

In his palm, a faint amber light rekindled, very weak, like a thin layer of golden mist floating on his skin.

He tried to make the light brighter, but instead of brightening, it flickered slightly.

He tried to turn off the light, but it didn't go out. It just trembled slightly at the edge of his palm and then continued to shine steadily, as if it had no response to his command at all.

"...It won't listen to me."

Fang Xing said in a low voice.

Fan Tong squatted at the edge of the square, watching the amber light in Fang Xing's palm flicker continuously, and said to Han Ya in a low voice.

"What is he doing? Performing magic?"

But Han Ya ignored him.

Fang Xing took a deep breath and tried again.

This time, he used a different approach, no longer controlling the power in the same way he controlled supernatural abilities.

He closed his eyes, letting the light in his palm shine naturally, not caring how bright it was or where it shrank, but simply feeling the warmth that welled up from his bones.

"...It seems a little better."

Fang Xing did not try to control it again.

He stood there, the amber light shining steadily in his palm, just enough to cast a soft, warm glow on the gray sky above the square.

Lu Feng stared at the sky.

Huanlong, Huanlong, come quickly, come into my bowl~

Lu Feng watched Fang Xing stand in the center of the square, watching the amber light in his palm stabilize.

Mysterious dream, come quickly.

You've been living on this planet for over forty years, and you're bound to come and see something new.

Come on, come and see. There's someone on this planet who's been glanced at by the custodian.

Aren't you curious?

Don't you want to see what's going on?

Come on, I'm waiting for you here!

……

Fang Xing stood in the center of the square, the amber light in his palm shining steadily.

The sky remained unchanged, and the wind swept across the square, ruffling the hem of his coat.

Just as he began to wonder if he was being used as a decoration, a very soft laugh rang out.

Like someone sitting high up watching a play who has finally waited for a turning point that interests her, she chuckled softly.

Fang Xing looked up at the sound and saw a corner of a dark cloak sway gently at the edge of a broken wall, a flash of dark golden light passing by.

A voice with a lazy, nonchalant tone.

"Cripper's power? I haven't seen anything like this in years!"

Then she saw Lu Feng emerge from the shadows.

The illusory figure paused for a moment on the broken wall.

She had just landed there, and before she could even stand still, the blazing white light was already upon her.

She instinctively floated backward, and the dark golden light condensed into a thin barrier around her.

Lu Feng punched the barrier, and the barrier visibly began to crack.

Huanlong looked at Lu Feng with a puzzled expression.

"Foehn? What are you doing?"