So there was a lot of truth to the saying that one's personality determined one's fate.
Given the suspicious things that had happened earlier, Fu Qian's words were clearly being listened to with rapt attention.
Naturally, that included Amira and the other person, who were still reeling from what had happened to them and couldn't resist going back to the roadside to check for traces.
They had undoubtedly found nothing either. But when they heard the words "gone and come back," their reactions differed.
Amira was clearly more inclined to believe that people were good by nature. As soon as she realized what Fu Qian had said, she sprang toward the roadside almost by reflex, given what they had experienced earlier.
Reginald, by contrast, was much more composed.
His gaze sharpened. As he watched the road behind them, he even kept an eye on Fu Qian, as if wary of some special move.
Even the shattered leaden flames of the serpent rose around him again.
In the end, amid a muffled thud, the two of them suffered the same fate as before and were both sent flying once more.
Of course, compared to last time, the impact was considerably less severe.
Amira was only grazed along one side. She didn't even fall all the way to the ground, and managed to keep her balance after a roll.
Reginald, on the other hand, took a much larger hit. As he went flying again, a rather diminutive burst of flames even exploded around him.
Only then did Fu Qian step forward to take a closer look.
"So this is how you prove it? I no longer doubt that you can sense them more keenly."
"But essentially, you're still doing the same thing you did just now. It doesn't prove anything more."