"If I just use the origin of the Nocturnal species as the adhesive for the Pseudo-Humans and pinch a head, Pseudo-Human Sculptures would actually be a superior choice," now that it was safe, Mu Daxian explained the concealed part of the plan, "If I don't let you see, you won't 'know.' Subconsciously, that 'arm' of mine remains my 'arm.'
"You... used my 'perception'?" Mao Feiyang exclaimed in surprise, suddenly recalling that Mu Daxian didn't bring his palette when he left but did take the cloth bag containing paint cans.
Mu Daxian smiled slightly, "An invisible anchor is most effective."
He elbowed Mao Feiyang. "I, Mu Daxian, have survived ten Grey Mist Invasions, am I merely a man of empty repute? You little rascal, are you underestimating me?"
Mao Feiyang bowed his head and touched his nose, chuckling.
"But Brother Xian... the way you handled things in the elevator truly moved me."
