The White Porcelain Doll (6)
By now, it was all but certain that the unstable guidance affected everyone, not just him.
It was only because of his unusual blank-slate demigod state that he was especially sensitive to it.
At the scene of the attack, Fu Qian studied Delin, whose body had returned to its normal size.
Delin's arm had started changing shape earlier. That must have been his supernatural ability, and it looked like a pretty useful one under normal circumstances.
But the moment he tried to use it just now, the change spread across his entire body.
If Mr. Luo's intervention had come any later, Delin would probably have lost control completely.
If it had been Fu Qian...
Fu Qian let his imagination run a little, and suspected that almost any move of his would have instantly wiped out everyone there.
In fact, the kick he'd just thrown had been more a display of technique than strength.
This place must have some special effect on abilities involving flesh and blood.
And they were still on the outskirts. They'd need to be even more careful when they returned to the forest.
Fu Qian's appallingly awful attitude left the team's only woman trembling with rage.
She had noticed Fu Qian talking with Delin earlier, but hadn't heard what they'd said.
In her eyes, Fu Qian had been a bit of a liability yesterday. Today, he'd spent the entire time standing by and watching. His work ethic was downright appalling—he was the team's disgrace.
Of course, the main reason was that the mission had gone badly and they'd suffered heavy losses, leaving her with a ball of anger inside.
Seeing Fu Qian act as if she weren't even there, she couldn't help stepping toward him.
"Enough."
A somewhat hoarse voice rang