Was it because of the special Law on him, after all?
Not only had it made him immune to Clear Dream, he hadn't even heard a sound.
Though Olyntel's physique was far beyond that of an ordinary person thanks to the grace of the stars, to Fu Qian, he was still nothing more than a slightly sturdier punching bag.
After half his face was left behind by the slap, Olyntel slammed into the wall and immediately lost consciousness.
As a magnanimous attending physician, Fu Qian would never resort to retaliation over a difference of opinion.
But Olyntel had been right about one thing: most of the pain in this world wasn't punishment for wrongdoing. It was simply bad luck.
In Fu Qian's view, it was hard to say how much of this heartbroken man's decisive strike—his determination to take out the ringleader first, and thus stop Fu Qian at just the right moment—had actually been his own choice.
Most likely, after his special trick was canceled, a certain voice had appeared in his head and effectively helped him realize just how much he hated Fu Qian.
If that was the case, then Olyntel was a victim too.
And since misfortune never came singly, Fu Qian had decisively stopped him from going further down the wrong path in that manner.
That was the first objective.
Deliberately switching to Frostburn before delivering that slap would let this unusual wound find its way to the cult quite naturally.
The reason Fu Qian had been so patient tonight was not only that he'd discovered something deeply entangled with the Law here. The cult behind Olyntel was also an important part of his objective.
They still didn't take the World Within the Painting seriously enough.
Fu Qian had considered visiting them during the mission to