Without a doubt, Fu Qian had once again come up with an utterly unconventional question.
At his question, both Yuan Shan and Embo fell silent.
Normally, Yuan Shan probably would have shouted at him by now, but after taking one blow after another, her tolerance was noticeably higher than usual.
As for Embo, after a brief moment of thought, he chose to answer Fu Qian's question.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fang, but the Progenitor's revelation is the Blood Clan's most important secret. I can't share it with you."
"Understood. I was just checking something. Your Progenitor's revelation wasn't 'Come to Mom,' was it?"
The instant Fu Qian spoke, time seemed to stop.
Embo's eyes turned abruptly icy. He took another deep breath, and rings of strange patterns emerged from the flowing crimson light.
The pressure surged. At a glance, the patterns formed an overall shape that felt deeply unsettling—utterly chaotic, yet brimming with a potent vitality.
Was this the complete Mythical Form? Had he been covered in blood earlier to avoid alarming everyone?
As he faced the sight, Fu Qian quietly speculated.
Yet even after deducing that such a dangerous possibility was at hand, he still didn't retreat. In fact, he widened his eyes and studied it closely, as if afraid he might not get a good look.
After staring directly at it for several seconds, he heard no notification that his Sanity Value had decreased.
Amazing! Was it because his profession had been solidified?
Fu Qian naturally thought of one possibility.
But it didn't feel that simple. Even with a solidified profession, he was still technically a demigod. In previous missions, his Sanity Value had dropped whenever it was supposed to.
At this distance, staring directly at a Mythical Form akin to a god's, he shouldn't have been this