"How are you here?"
After a long, silent stare, Gerard finally chose to face the situation bravely. He led his team through the broken window and into the lobby.
After signaling the others to split up and stay on guard, he asked in a low voice,
Fu Qian wasn't surprised by this turn of events. Sinking Anchor was still in his hands, so how could this guy just turn around and leave?
He probably didn't want to pay the price of losing a Supernatural Item that could even restrain a demigod.
"Taking shelter from the rain. Then I was attacked by a dragon."
Fu Qian's answer to his question was sincere and concise. He even raised a hand to gesture at the ceiling.
Unfortunately, this overly casual attitude was such a stark contrast to his earlier behavior that Gerard wasn't sure what to make of it.
"I mean... how did you get here?"
After a moment to collect himself, Gerard finally gritted his teeth and rephrased the question.
"I walked."
Fu Qian didn't bother pretending not to understand. As he answered, he even raised his right hand to show off the iron anchor still wrapped around it.
He really had walked all the way here...
Gerard had been watching it from the start, even without Fu Qian's reminder. Now he could confirm it was the genuine Sinking Anchor, and that it was in perfectly good condition—not deactivated.
But that discovery was precisely what threw Gerard's thoughts into disarray.
So the lunatic in front of him really was the same one? He'd dragged Sinking Anchor all this way?
What a joke! Even the demigod Kelson couldn't do that!
Unless... someone was helping him?
The next moment, Gerard felt as though his brain was about to burn out. Suddenly, he pieced