Chapter 122: Overt Plot

Inside an inconspicuous gray tent in North Wind Camp.

Anton sat cross-legged on one side of a low table, his expression calm.

Across from him sat Scott and Summers.

Summers's gaze occasionally swept over Anton's face, a flicker of unconcealable doubt in his eyes.

The Canglan before him felt somehow different than before.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what had changed.

His appearance and clothes were the same, yet there was an indescribable feeling, as if he had undergone some kind of fundamental transformation from the inside out.

He was like a dusty gemstone that had been carefully polished, faintly exuding a sense of clarity.

"What is it?"

Anton raised an eyebrow, having noticed Summers's stare.

"Nothing," Summers said, shaking his head. "I just think you've been looking much better recently."

Anton glanced at him, understanding immediately.