The neon-like inscription came in contact with Al's face. He watched as it approached him as couldn't shut his eyes, move or talk no matter how much he wanted to. What Mr. Guardian said had left him unable to move any of his muscles.
-Dnn!!
It touched his face and disappeared. Al was waiting and expecting to feel some kind of life-ending pain assault his brain, but contrary to his expectations nothing happened.
Mr. Guardian smiled. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you. You can move now, it's your turn to make a move." He pointed at the board.
"What did you do to me?" Al asked as he checked his body for anything strange or foreign.
"Nothing, I just helped you to hide the treasure that is on your face… It is something amazing that I have never seen before. It was able to track down the energy of the Midas petal, something that cultivators at the immortal realm wouldn't be able to do.
