Before Yanagawa Fumihiko could continue speaking, Du Qianqian pressed the end call button because her magic power was nearly depleted.
How meaningless, Yanagawa Fumihiko sighed.
Hearing the busy signal of the call ending, he couldn't help but start to reassess this swindler Mystic, renowned for their deceit. Their communication was monitored by Xisheng negotiation experts, but no matter how he analyzed it, he couldn't find any flaws in the other party's words. Not a single piece of effective information was leaked; they had been watertight.
Real and fake, substance and shadow, truly worthy of 'Swindler' Mack.
In the office, Du Qianqian's heart was racing as she reverted to her normal state, sweating all over, with her magic circuit completely drained. Simple mental stimulation was no longer sufficient for recovery. She limply slid to the ground, only to be pulled up by Xu Yang and placed back onto the sofa.
"So, what is this?" Du Qianqian asked weakly, "He mentioned a ritual."
