This was almost too perfect!
Although Reginald and Amira didn't say a word, their barely controlled expressions made Fu Qian's remark feel only natural.
Hmph. A little taste of professional-level shock.
With an arrogant look, Fu Qian wiped a finger over the wound left by the leech, then held it up for the two of them to see.
"Would you like to take another close look?"
Staring at the bead of blood on Fu Qian's hand, Reginald looked so grim that he seemed to have no desire to speak at all.
"Why did you do that?"
In the end, Amira asked the question that cut to the heart of the matter, her voice dry.
To some extent, the question was almost an admission that Fu Qian had been right.
Well, you two weren't getting the job done.
Fu Qian gave a snort inwardly.
Since his first contact with the Celestial Cult, the most reassuring thing had been confirming that they shared the exact same goal: finding a way into the World Within the Painting.
In fact, the reason his deductions had gone so smoothly just now was that Fu Qian had realized everything he wanted to do had conveniently presented itself right before him.
Their aims had truly aligned.
And given the Celestial Cult's position, their motives made perfect sense.
The only problem was that they still lacked a sense of urgency. They needed a little push.
"You don't seem to have much faith in me."
The next moment, Fu Qian pointed at the open abdominal cavity beside them as he answered Amira's question.
"You actually think that in a place like this, I wouldn't even be interested in cutting someone open?"
No matter how you ranked the options, making the volunteer the first person to be cut