Chapter 1590: Workshop (22)
People accustomed to playing house often lacked reverence for the real world.
Ess was no naive fool, of course. She and the two final ripples within her were clearly worldly-wise even by ordinary standards—either rich or powerful.
The problem was that this was the ordinary world.
Once they stepped into the supernatural, what they faced seemed to be a game woven by the sages to help them "stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods in mortal bodies."
Now, without the scriptwriters, she was facing the true side of the supernatural world. There was no doubt she had a pair of clear eyes, untainted by it.
"Don't be nervous."
Facing Ess, who made no attempt to hide her frustration, Fu Qian even offered a soothing remark, his manner utterly refined and easygoing.
"I never intended to pry into core secrets. Just tell me everything that isn't classified."
Her thinking might have been simple, but her willingness to save herself was clearly commendable. She deserved encouragement... and a little exploitation.
As for why he wasn't bothered by the bad news that the Workshop would be difficult to rebuild?
The reason was simple.
Unlike Ess, he hadn't come here to rebuild it. He'd come to destroy it completely.
What did he mean?
So I'd held something back and deliberately claimed I didn't know?
Even someone as socially adept as Lady Ess couldn't help wearing a strange, highly expressive look for a moment.
But it lasted only an instant. Faced with Fu Qian's forgiving expression, Ess soon drew a deep breath and reined in her momentary petulance.
"Although the Workshop was used many times after it was completed, 'that person' didn't say much about the Workshop itself, apart from the operating procedures."
"One thing that left a deep impression