The Meaning of Attributes
This was way beyond basic addition and subtraction.
Third Xun Brother might have been elusive, but his sudden appearance this time wasn't all that strange to Fu Qian.
After all, judging by the time that had passed, the cooldown should have been about up.
The problem now was the discrepancy between his True Word Technique: Mad and the actual prompt Fu Qian had received.
Clearly, some unseen factor had been added to the equation.
Without a sound, Fu Qian had already turned around to face the damp wall.
Third Xun Brother had been right earlier. In this place, he didn't need a mirror or anything like one to appear.
The thick, foul-smelling sludge reflected a little light, but its surface was nowhere near as clear as a mirror.
Even so, that did nothing to hinder the appearance of that familiar face.
It seemed he simply preferred this particular atmosphere.
Heh...
Even now, facing Fu Qian as he turned around, he didn't continue right away. Instead, he let out a laugh and quietly vanished, his air of mystery at full strength.
Judging by the hearty sound of his laughter, he'd apparently managed to work through the bad feelings he'd built up during their earlier clash.
"What is it? Have you noticed something, sir?"
At the same time, Fu Qian's sudden movement had clearly caught quite a few people's attention.
Before Sha Ming could say a word, Huang Leji beside him asked outright.
"There was someone in there just now."
Fu Qian once again demonstrated his honesty to the teammates who had shared hardship with him.
Someone?
The team was already under considerable psychological pressure as they ventured deeper into this oppressive, sewer-like road from which there was no return. Fu Qian's answer startled them, and they all