The entire process was tingling, and he could clearly feel the regeneration of every muscle fiber, but the texture of those muscle fibers seemed not to be of flesh and blood...
"Could my arm also be transforming towards a 'Golden Body'?"
Golden Body of muscles?
Why does this term have an inexplicably odd implication, like some muscular golden wheel from Wu Lake?
His arm quickly recovered as normal, and then he walked towards the exit of the Art Building through the thin mist and moisture in the corridor.
[fan...Tome... fRa... for...RidEn...]
Just as he was about to leave the Art Building, he heard that strange calling in his ear. He ignored it and rushed out the Art Building's main entrance.
"Hu—— Hu——"
The moment he rushed out of the Art Building, Lin Yi felt as if he had emerged from a cabin onto the deck, facing a dense rain the size of soybeans, and wind howling around his ears like the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves.
