As long as one accepted the premise of the lantern, Fu Qian's story sounded somewhat plausible.
At least it made more sense to an ordinary person than the truth—that it had come from a mission summary.
And the best part was that even if you didn't want to accept the premise, there was no way to verify it.
In a bustling city with a population of several million, no matter how erratic someone was, nobody would dare test whether a divine phantom could be summoned.
Of course, the story's plausibility was only a small part of the matter.
Yuan Shan's attitude earlier had already made it clear: this thing was taboo knowledge that shouldn't exist.
As far as her teacher was concerned, the only reason he had come here was to assess whether it needed to be destroyed.
"So that's what happened..."
Before Henry could say anything, Chief Yuan was already muttering to herself, her expression somewhat dazed.
But the reaction lasted only an instant. The next moment, she was glaring furiously at Fu Qian.
"Do you make a habit of courting death every day? You actually dared to strike something that dangerous?"
Clearly, she hadn't doubted Fu Qian's account of the lantern much.
The main reason had a lot to do with her personal experience.
Over the time they'd known each other, this mysterious demigod, Fu Qian, had not only accomplished one extraordinary feat after another, but had also blasphemed the sun twice right under her nose.
In Yuan Shan's eyes, it was only natural that this guy would have all sorts of bizarre supernatural items.
"Do you understand that for a true Higher Being, even a name carries a great deal of meaning? And you directly displayed its image. Have you thought about what might happen if you're