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Genius Club
Lin Xian's English was very good.
"Genius Club..."
He pinched the wax seal with two fingers and walked to the glass, holding it under the sunlight and looking at the deep red light it cast.
Inside the red light, a solitary right hand was pointing straight at the sun in the sky, the back of the hand was broad and powerful, and the stretched-out index finger seemed as if it wanted to puncture the blazing sun.
Indescribably eerie.
Indescribably arrogant.
"This is probably their logo, their emblem."
Lin Xian clutched the wax seal in his palm.
Since touching the invitation for the first time, this was Lin Xian's first encounter with a physical artifact related to Genius Club, and it was the closest he had been to Genius Club.
What did this pattern... really mean?
Lin Xian extended his own right hand, palm facing himself, then clenched it into a fist, straightened the index finger, and pointed towards the sky.
