Stepping out of the infirmary, Fang Qingze took a deep breath. The air outside was so much fresher; the medicinal smell inside had been truly overwhelming.
The June afternoon sun was still quite fierce, but Fang Qingze, with his body enhanced by Transcendence, felt no heat at all—only a pleasant comfort.
Li Zhehan beside him was a different story entirely. He wore an expression resembling chronic constipation, his eyes darting back and forth as he racked his brain trying to figure out what to say.
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