He'd gone alone into enemy territory and set a trap to wipe out the poachers.
He'd faced a demigod head-on, all to save a little mermaid.
Though he hadn't been strong enough, Delanlai, that courageous Friend of Nature, had left a deep impression on Fu Qian.
And while it might have been quite different from Tumor Flower Blooms, the method he'd tried to use to wipe out the poachers had, in essence, been much like this poisoning.
If anyone had ties to the Benevolent Virtue Society, this man would be a strong contender.
The news Ji Yin had shared was undeniably strange and interesting. Fu Qian could well understand the peculiar feelings of the person involved.
As Ji Yin had said, under normal circumstances, a mastermind wouldn't use such a distinctive method of killing.
Unless they hadn't been trying to pin the blame on An Jing or the others at all, and were simply too weak to pull off this feat without the opportunity they'd created.
Otherwise, if all they wanted was to use someone else to do the killing, wouldn't it be both clean and simple to arrange?
They knew their target's escape methods so well. Why not find a way to hold the target in place and let the hired muscle handle the rest?
The person behind it seemed fixated on making the target die from this particular poison... to feel the world's fury.
In the end, Ji Yin's feelings were simple enough: how could you get angry at a bunch of lunatics?
They were all businesspeople, weighing the pros and cons of everything.
Whether they killed for profit or made peace... whatever the nature of the deal, at least it was logical, the result of careful thought.
But then this bunch of clear-eyed idealists had barged in,