Ian's expression remained unchanged, and with a smile, he said, "Indeed, that's the case."
The white-haired youth could tell lies without batting an eye, and no one could tell he was lying because the silver chip would assist in adjusting all his micro-expressions: "Although I am naturally more suited to the Fairy Bloodline, the family's inheritance cannot be completely abandoned..."
"My uncle died young because of the Iron Bone's aftereffects. Actually, the White Folks in the South Ridge suffer from mutations because they live far from civilization and lack proper nutrition, many of whom had potential but manifested ancestral powers in their Bloodline."
"The same is true for my brother... Although I helped him recuperate, it's best if he also makes preparations for Sublimation or reaches True Form before he becomes an adult."
