Artifact Species Seedbed (II)
No wonder the Gusu Murong Clan was famous throughout the land. Their technique of Return the Favor with the Same Technique was truly ingenious.
One strike, and the Iron-Masked Man, who had just seemed so open-minded, fell silent on the spot.
And by the looks of it, he wouldn't recover anytime soon.
"What were you trying to say just now?"
Still marveling inwardly, Fu Qian casually stole another line.
He was on a mission. He hadn't used the Silence Ban because he genuinely wanted some peace and quiet.
He had just arrived and knew little about the situation, so a friendly exchange of questions and answers would certainly be useful.
But in that kind of exchange, the qualities of whoever led it mattered a great deal.
This fellow prisoner clearly wasn't in a very stable state of mind, which could easily affect the efficiency of their conversation. It was better if Fu Qian did the questioning himself.
Taking the initiative might not be the friendliest approach, but he was sure the other man wouldn't mind this little discomfort.
After all, by the logic of inertia, if he didn't speak up soon, the next line Fu Qian stole from him might well be "Are you mute?"
Of two evils, choose the lesser. Wouldn't being told that be even more unbearable?
Besides, Fu Qian was sincere in his manner.
Even though the helmet kept him from seeing anything, he still smiled as he asked his question.
"...There's no need to pretend you're calm. Believe me, I've been where you are."
His fellow prisoner clearly wrestled with himself for a few seconds. When he finally spoke, he was composed as expected, even letting out a cold laugh.
Of course, Fu Qian didn't mind little things like attitude. As long