To carry yourself with confidence, you had to be able to back it up.
The relationship between the Tree and the "Holy Land" had always been one of the core questions Fu Qian never forgot.
Unfortunately, even Third Xun, whose momentum was unstoppable, still didn't have the courage to answer.
"Then let me ask a different question. If you keep abiding by the rules, can you get closer to the core of the Holy Land?"
"People like Old Master Huang and the others, for example?"
The awkwardness lasted for a single breath. Fu Qian didn't press him, though, and moved on to the next topic.
If the Tree and the Holy Land belonged to two different categories, then when it came to the latter's sudden appearance, Fu Qian was more inclined to wonder what had triggered it.
After all, during the last Ill Omen incident, he hadn't seen any sign of it at all—not even a trace of the "Xun."
Perhaps the trigger wasn't the Tree's complete disappearance, either. Going by Tan Mingxue's account, there was clearly a time lag between the two.
If Third Xun could help clear that up, Fu Qian would be more than happy.
"Why not try it and see? Heh..."
Unfortunately, Third Xun seemed to have no intention of answering any more questions.
After a brief silence, he ended this battle of charlatans with a suggestion and a string of laughter.
He even seemed to have gained something himself, like learning to ignore the other person's reaction and leave without a word.
Before the laughter had even ended, his body had once again disintegrated into hundreds, even thousands, of "butterflies."
"Sanity Value -1."
Of course, he didn't skip the parting gift.
It seemed this sanity-draining technique needed a little time to charge up.
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