The figure had no physical form. It was made of semi-transparent data streams and electric light, with a vague face, but its voice was clear.
"Logan Latio?" Turing's voice had a synthetic electronic tone, vibrating through the air. "A thirty-six-star gold bloodline that wasn't controlled. That's interesting. The speed at which you lit your star marks is beyond my expectations."
After speaking, Turing's eyes suddenly filled with moving data streams. A scanning wave swept over Logan's body.
Logan's pupils narrowed. He felt the other was scanning him. He immediately released his familiar energy to resist.
At the same time, his soul core sent out a resonance, forming a protective layer around his soul sea.
Turing saw that Logan's defenses were strong, and he knew he couldn't find out Logan's secrets. His voice came again: "Sorry. As a data life, I'm naturally curious about the unknown. I just want to know how you lit the other eight star marks."
