As if they had come silently, those terrifying beings suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only Fang Jueyu standing there, looking bewildered.
"Holy crap, Host, where did you get the mirror?"
"Of course, you have to carry something like this around," Fang Jueyu said, holding a small round portable mirror to examine the spot that the Transcender had pointed at. There was a faint golden hue in the center of his forehead, resembling an irregular symbol, akin to a rune.
"Oh man, if this thing stays on my forehead, won't I look like some kind of mystic charlatan?" Fang Jueyu contemplated how to hide the mark, and as if knowing his thoughts, the golden mark instantly sank into his forehead.
Although it was no longer visible to the naked eye, Fang Jueyu could still feel the presence of the mark, and it seemed that he could activate its power whenever he wished. He faintly sensed that the mark contained an immeasurable energy.
