"This genetic modification, so far, you are the third person to succeed."
The golden-eyed woman said indifferently.
"Sister, what about the other two?"
Liu Nian asked with a smile.
"They ran away, so we don't have the exact data, nor do we know if there are any sequelae."
The golden-eyed woman said blandly, turning around, "Come with me, I'll give you a thorough body checkup now."
"Okay."
Liu Nian nodded her head, and when she passed by Liu Hu, she patted his shoulder and gave him a reassuring look.
...
After several days of arduous martial arts training, Feng Lin had almost mastered the Soul of the Fallen.
Feng Lin clenched his fists tightly, the red Qi transforming into black smoke.
Eventually, the smoke took the shape of a cape that wrapped around Feng Lin's neck, fluttering in the wind.
This was the original state of the Soul of the Fallen.
The Cape Form.
The black cape made of smoke fluttered in the wind, yet it was not solid.
It looked both eerie and cool.
