Lin Sanjiu's brain was a muddled mess.
She inhaled deeply, steeled herself, and threw a punch at the invisible barrier. A deep red color instantly blossomed around the skin on her finger joints along with a numbing sensation, but she paid it no mind. She locked her gaze on Puppeteer, who was standing a stone's throw away from her, and asked in a throaty voice, "Are you mad?"
Puppeteer raised one of his brows and pointed his finger at the grand prize next to her. "Are you blind?"
"What exactly do you want me to see? This is how he looks. Nothing has changed!" Lin Sanjiu took another deep breath. "If you say he's a Veda, then you've got to prove it!"
Puppeteer looked into Lin Sanjiu's eyes, and his pale cheeks flushed red. At that moment, the expression on his face was beyond description. He looked as if Lin Sanjiu was performing a sword-swallowing trick while piggy-riding on top of a monkey in front of him.
