บท 418: A Suspicion of Ten Years

His glare had become increasingly cold. The incorporeal murderous spirit was continuously being recycled throughout his body. It would reverse inwards, and then it would come out in a volatile manner. However, it would go back inside after some time.

It was like the rising sea when it was volatile. In fact, it was like a rising sea of converging swords, and could seemingly destroy the clear blue skies above. But, it was quiet when it went back in. And, it would seem that it was a calm ripple which wouldn't rise-up in a thousand years…

Whether it was volatile or receding… the current Jun Moxie and the one he would to be in the Heavenly Scent City were completely different personalities. In fact, they couldn't be mentioned in the same breath.