The next morning, Fu Qian scrutinized the bracelet before him in the light streaming into the living room.
Although she was extremely reluctant, Tan Ying still honored her bet and handed over the unusual bracelet to him.
Now, under the sunlight, it appeared round and plump, as clear as congealed ice—complementing his current skin tone.
Indeed, to acquire this item, he had not only lost 180,000 but also used a Blasphemy's Embrace, and he was still under the effects of the Discoloration Curse.
Fu Qian extended his hand to the sunlight where his entire palm appeared almost translucent, refracting a strange luster.
Before Tan Ying noticed anything unusual yesterday, he had excused himself and gone home, stating that it was not a good day for hosting friends.
As for her questions, he had responded with a mysterious smile, giving her boundless room for imagination.
After returning, out of caution, he did not visit the warehouse until the Discoloration Curse had ended.
