Tear the Heart-Questioning Sword Prison apart with his bare hands?
The Heart-Questioning Sword Prison should have contained no one but its caster and victim. Yet Fu Qian had forced his way inside.
Even Ji Liushuang, who had always been utterly confident in Professor Fu, seemed to feel the absurdity of it all.
The key issue was that despite this extra person appearing, the Heart-Questioning Sword Prison had remained remarkably stable after an initial disturbance.
At the end of the day, it was just an ability. It wasn't all that surprising for a high-level transcendent to break through it by force, especially given Professor Fu's outrageous combat prowess.
But breaking in while keeping the Sword Prison stable was another matter entirely.
"Don't forget, I'm a swordsman too."
As if he could sense her feelings, Fu Qian dusted himself off and stood there with an easy air, then immediately offered a smiling explanation.
A swordsman...
Those words brought back a vivid memory for Liu Shuang, especially the moment when sword and wielder had become one.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Ji Liushuang relaxed, even taking a step to the side.
She hadn't gotten an answer yet, but now that Professor Fu had broken into the Sword Prison, she could clearly take it easy from here on.
Honma, by contrast, was far from so calm.
He still held the Finger Ball, and still followed the rule that he couldn't speak unless asked. But faced with the pure white void before him, his eyes finally began to flicker, and he could no longer maintain his empty, detached composure.
"How are you feeling right now?"
Fortunately, Fu Qian didn't leave him to his unease for long. After a moment, he finally walked over and asked with a smile.
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