"I hadn't planned on letting anyone see this scene, but you've found yourself a very decent helper."
Yes—former dean of the Benevolence Institute, former backbone of the Native Council, forerunner on the Miracle Road: Lady Nepheli.
And even after clearly recognizing who Fu Qian was, even with such a dangerous figure stepping up behind her, she didn't so much as turn her head—just tossed off a casual sigh.
Besides, her outfit was no longer the familiar one; the fitted white shirt had been replaced with solid black.
Whether in severity or splendor, it was on an entirely different level, even bearing dark patterns reminiscent of star charts, plainly some kind of overly classical Scholar's formalwear.
And like the brown hair beneath her wide-brimmed hat, it remained utterly untouched even while bathed in the blinding flames.
"I just felt how much he loved his work."
