Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Amidst the lines on his palm, faint traces of blood appeared, winding like someone was painting in the Void.

Without taking the assignment Riet handed over, Fu Qian opened his hand, his gaze fixed on the reemerging insignia of the Abandonment King.

After yet another round of impact just now, the progressed degree of dream control made this operation effortless, not to mention the pattern itself was simple.

And a few seconds later, with the task completed once more, Fu Qian finally reached out to take Riet’s masterpiece, placing them side by side.

"Are there any omissions?"

Because of his actions, the anxious Riet couldn’t help but lean over, cautiously comparing the two patterns.

Yet obviously, her untrained eyes saw nothing unusual.

Fu Qian, equally unskilled, didn’t notice anything either.

The pattern that appeared in his palm was exactly the same as the one on paper—crude, lofty, having nothing to do with the Abandonment King.

Even though in his mind just now, it was indeed the correct insignia.