Seedbed of Artifact Species (32)
"So in my current state, I'm helping a Higher Being revive?"
Sure enough, Kalaodola hadn't disappointed him. After barely a moment's hesitation, she caught up, living up to Fu Qian's high praise.
The logic was simple enough. What else could she do if she didn't follow him?
Keep wandering aimlessly around this strange place?
Whether he was telling the truth or not, at least Professor Fu was talking, and he had information she could assess.
"But what's the logic behind that? To be honest, I don't think I'm remotely qualified to have that kind of influence."
The moment Kalaodola caught up, she took the opportunity to question what Fu Qian had just said.
"Good question. I'd like to know too. Why don't you tell me what you were doing before you came here?"
Fu Qian immediately gave her question his approval, then briskly turned one of his own back on her.
Screech—
There hadn't actually been any sound. Fu Qian had added it himself.
At that moment, Kalaodola didn't answer. Instead, something unusual stirred on a spiritual level within her.
To put it simply, it was like going on an outing on a lovely spring day, surrounded by blooming flowers and verdant greenery, with a gentle breeze that lifted your spirits—but hidden among it all were countless invisible needles of ice.
The contrast was so unusual and vivid that it almost seemed to cross over into the physical world.
Even as a Second Order, Fu Qian seemed to feel a spray of icy needles crisscrossing inside his head, darting back and forth through its most vulnerable places.
They couldn't cause any actual damage, but under normal circumstances, they would certainly ruin anyone's mood.
Fu Qian's footsteps never stopped. He merely glanced to the side.
There