It really was good advice to go home often.
When Yuan Shan took out the ball, she had deliberately turned it at an angle to keep Wen Li from being startled.
And Miss Wen had always been good at taking advice. After the warning, she immediately lowered her eyes and stopped being curious.
For a while, the quiet air held nothing but Fu Qian's admiration.
He was more than ninety percent certain this was the new piece of equipment Chief Yuan had acquired.
After all, she hadn't used it even when she was in dire straits—not long ago, when Ariel had caused trouble in Shangjing.
This thing looked far more powerful than Logan's Siren's Tear Mask.
And Chief Yuan had come straight here after meeting with him, which meant she was probably carrying it with her.
Considering she had just visited her teacher in Night Holy Capital, its origins were almost obvious.
"Did the old man give it to you?"
Fu Qian asked casually, giving a slight nod.
"Mm."
Yuan Shan didn't even look up. Clearly, controlling the thing took considerable effort.
The soft whip kept stretching longer. Even the arcs it traced as it swung seemed like the purest embodiment of agony, enough to shatter one's mind and make one lose control in an instant.
Of course, Yuan Shan wasn't too worried. The Second Order beside her might look like he was just lazing around, but he had never let her down when it mattered.
Despite the negative effects, he hadn't retreated. There was no doubt he would do everything he could to keep her from being disturbed.
Fortunately, she wouldn't need him to guard her for long.
The next moment, strands of black thread blossomed from her palm, coiling around the soft whip, which had nearly come completely