Was this Shattered Crown's response to an intruder who had forced his way in by violence?
Gazing quietly at the bizarre sight before him, Fu Qian sighed inwardly.
The singing continued, and at this distance, it sounded even worse.
But no matter what, he had to meet the singer.
This was someone who had finally been brought before him after all his back-to-back acts of violence since entering Shattered Crown.
The singing had begun less than a minute after he crushed the fishman's skull. To Fu Qian, the timing seemed a little too coincidental.
Whether it was friendly or hostile was hard to say. If this reaction had been caused by his actions, it meant one thing: the singer could keep track of what was happening in other parts of the sea of fragments, far away.
In other words, this being had far greater perception of Shattered Crown than anyone else.
And if there really was a way to leave, this being was much more likely to know it.
Of course, that wasn't what Fu Qian cared about.
With perception this extraordinary, how could he not use it to sense the anomaly he brought with him?
A more sensitive probe—that was what would be valuable to him.
The band of poachers kept staring at Fu Qian's face, but without a signal from him, they didn't even dare slow down.
In the blink of an eye, the ship had drawn close to the strange floating island.
At this distance, the leaves were clearly visible: their texture was sharp, but they remained utterly still.
"Are we going in?"
The next moment, seeing Fu Qian rise without hesitation, Rachel asked uncertainly.
It was obvious that this eerie place made her uneasy.
"I'm going in."
Fu Qian shook his head and corrected her.