The Fallen Guest Empire (XXIII)
"Glad we've reached an understanding."
It was clear that the smoothness of the exchange had almost left the four leaders of the Fallen Star race at a loss.
But Fu Qian's tone and manner were so natural that they carried a persuasive force all their own.
So after agreeing that they didn't like wasting time, Frankie really did respond quickly, pointing to one side.
"It's just ahead."
"Okay."
Fu Qian vividly proved his point again. After replying with a single word, he followed Frankie's gesture and looked ahead.
They were undoubtedly deep underground by now, and the corridor was considerably narrower than before.
The direction Frankie indicated led to a sealed entrance at the end of the corridor.
Fu Qian had also noticed on the way down that the last two levels were completely deserted.
The hidden lowest level of a hidden structure at the bottom of a lake was certainly shrouded in mystery.
Of course, it also had the air of a prison. It was easy to imagine someone's legs being broken and them being locked up for twelve years or something.
As he admired the place, Fu Qian didn't hesitate for a moment. He strode to the front of the group.
Wasn't that a little too efficient?
The Fallen Star race had instinctively given him time to consider things, hoping to take the opportunity to catch their breath as well. Now they were almost dumbstruck again.
But since he showed so little concern for any potential threats, they naturally couldn't keep hesitating. They hurried after him at once.
They only caught up with Fu Qian when they were nearly at the end of the corridor, and he was already examining the obstruction in front of him closely.
It was a very unusual