89: King of the White Tower (Part 11)_1
In fact, the visitor arrived even sooner than expected.
After successfully stealing the show and igniting the audience’s passion to a boiling point, an uninvited guest knocked on the door that very night.
Fu Qian went to open the door and found an elderly man in grey standing outside.
“Mr. Fu, hello.”
The visitor was shrouded head to toe in a voluminous cloak, without a single hair on his eyebrows or head, his face full of wrinkles and bearing a mysterious smile.
“I am Lu Ming, and I was wondering if you would be free to join me on a tour of the islands?”
Tour the islands?
Fu Qian looked down at his right hand, covered by the wide sleeve.
Although it was wrapped up tight, the shape was clearly off—it was likely not factory original.
“Sure.”
Seeing Fu Qian’s straightforward response, Lu Ming chuckled and immediately headed out to lead the way.
A boat had long been waiting by the island, and Fu Qian followed Lu Ming onto it, one after the other.
“Mr. Fu’s display of power today at the arena was truly impressive.”
Once seated, the boatman wordlessly began to row, and Lu Ming, smiling, spoke up first.
“Some of our people were a bit impolite yesterday, and I’m mainly here to extend my apologies today.”
Your people? Fu Qian thought for a moment.
“Rebirth Club?”
“Correct, I asked them to invite Mr. Fu, but I didn’t expect things to become somewhat disagreeable.”
“It wasn’t disagreeable, just a bit boring.”
“Boring?”
Lu Ming looked at Fu Qian.
“Does Mr. Fu also think that limb attachment is an evil practice?”
“For a question that could fuel hundreds of debates, it’s hard to have a definitive answer.”
Fu Qian shook his head.
“As far as I’m concerned, it’s quite an interesting concept, but it doesn’t captivate me.”
“I can understand, Mr. Fu’s strength is transcendent, and unlike us, you don’t need to rely on external objects.”
Lu Ming nodded in understanding, then after a few seconds of silence, he cast off his cloak, revealing the right hand he’d kept hidden all along.
In truth, it could hardly be called a hand anymore, resembling more the head of some crawling creature.
There was no palm and fingers, and everything below the elbow was covered with yellowish-brown scales, with a deformed beak at the end, even revealing sharp teeth within.
Lu Ming extended his arm, aiming at the rippling water surfaces.
The next moment, with a strange chirping sound, a sickly green flame erupted, forming a spectacular fan of fire that covered a large area.
After a few seconds, the spray ceased, and the residual flames floated on the water, enduring like will-o’-the-wisps.
Indeed, he was a leader; this display seemed far stronger than Ji Ping’s abilities.
Fu Qian silently made his assessment.
At this time, after showing off his ability, Lu Ming let out a long sigh.
“People are born different, and in this world, especially so.
Some are born with cultivation talents, others awaken special abilities as they grow, and the rest lead an utterly mediocre life.
In comparison, I think the existence of limb attachment provides a more fair opportunity than bloodline or fate could ever offer…”
The small boat swiftly approached Central Island, and Lu Ming disembarked first, with Fu Qian and the boatman following.
The three of them quickly went past the White Tower until they reached a circular building.
This place had just been introduced the day before, the legendary Limb Attachment Laboratory, the site of rebirth coveted by many.
Even at night, the place was brightly lit and bustling.
Lu Ming led the way unimpeded through security doors, all the way to the depths of the laboratory.
This was a huge underground space, lined with transparent boxes of various sizes from top to bottom, looking like an underground museum.
Except the items displayed were rather horrifying.
Sundered hands, eyeballs, tails, wings… a dazzling array of bizarre and peculiar body parts.
“This is the laboratory’s material storage.”
Lu Ming stood in front, arms spread wide.
“With our efforts, each item stored here will ultimately find its true owner.”