The more you knew, the more dangerous it was. That had always been a rule of the supernatural world.
As the mastermind behind Taylor and Wen Li's interaction, Wen Li had naturally heard of the King of Prison Break.
And it was hard not to make the connection with what he'd just done, enchanting a Calamity bullet with his bare hands.
In Fu Qian's view, Wen Li had ultimately managed to resist asking for an explanation partly out of concern for her own safety, but more importantly because she didn't want to put him in a difficult position.
In truth, Fu Qian had only planned to satisfy her curiosity a little.
In a sense, he had now truly become an evil god.
And as a reasonable person, Fu Qian felt that Miss Wen—who had helped spread the legend of an ancient deity throughout the world—had a right to understand the nature of her actions.
Given what he'd done just before, he'd practically shown her outright that the deity known as the King of Prison Break could still bring down divine power.
His explanation afterward was naturally meant to tell her that, to some extent, the King of Prison Break was an ally, not an enemy.
As the saying went, those who kept company with the virtuous became virtuous themselves. Someone closely connected to the Great Fortune Ming King clearly didn't need to worry about moral concerns or feel guilty about her actions.
As for whether Miss Wen believed him, Fu Qian didn't think it mattered at all.
"So, Mr. Fu... you really have reached the Second Order?"
Sure enough, the next moment, Wen Li found an explanation of her own, her tone close to a sigh.
A divine emissary—just from the title, it was clear they must have some kind