"Henry, have you made the arrangements? We're leaving for Kura City this afternoon. We'll need two cars just in case something goes wrong on the way. Hmm... good... have them sent to the apartment quickly."0

Feng Liusi hung up the phone as he stood in the corner of the living room. He glanced at the sofa beside him, where Cassius rested with his arms crossed and eyes closed. His golden tousled hair covered his eyes. 0

Meanwhile, Saint Feinan was, as always, elegantly brewing tea. Every movement was slow and deliberate, giving off a sense of calm and composure. It was clear that he was in a good mood, as a faint smile played on his lips. His smooth black hair hung down his back, evidently washed and carefully tied into several loops with a band.0

They say old trees bloomed in spring, but Saint Feinan seemed to be in even better spirits. Ordinary people could hardly perceive the subtle changes in their bodies, noticing only the big shifts. But a combat artist’s every muscle, blood vessel, and organ lay under their control. They deeply felt any good or bad changes.0

Saint Feinan could sense the vitality radiating from his body as he moved, as though a clear spring had washed both his body and mind. It was a feeling of lightness across his entire body.0

When he got up that morning, he noticed that all five of his senses had significantly sharpened. The world appeared brighter, as though the dust covering its surface had been wiped away. Greens became more...0