The exit posture of the Prism of Radiant Transformation looked rather low-key.
Fu Qian did not rush to go out to greet but continued to look out the window.
It is still the Night Holy City of glitz and glamor, still the towering temples and churches, still the crowd trying to stretch themselves.
That special night did not change these.
Neither did the Prism of Radiant Transformation.
Not surprising, an entity that knows so well how to preserve itself, accepting reality as a basic skill, is surely mastered to perfection.
The moment the final result arrives, regardless of how one feels, what this person needs to consider is how to deal with a Newly Advanced Second Order.
And he had already made a good start on his own.
Although it's still not certain whether he is recognized as a communicable entity, at least there are no childish acts of venting anger; the mindset remains stable.
Of course, some are not stable...
