Mathematical Bliss (14)
"Thanks for the recognition, but I'm not here to confess."
The priestly Old Man's sudden appearance helped bring the momentum to its peak.
Yet just as everything seemed to be going their way, Fu Qian displayed astonishing honesty, suddenly saying something nobody expected.
He'd been trying to stoke the flames on both sides, pushing the atmosphere toward the most feverish pitch possible.
He'd originally been completely clueless when it came to faith, which was a bit of a shortcoming.
Now, though, an elder had actually shown up to explain it all, and things were getting better by the moment. Why wouldn't he keep pushing?
Of course, the way he pushed mattered.
He had to make sure that even if someone was watching from behind the scenes, they still couldn't be certain whether he really was Lu Ming reincarnated.
Naturally, he meant on a logical level. If his opponent had supernatural powers so great that logic didn't apply, had already locked onto his soul, and was now simply watching him like a monkey show, then he still had to make it as difficult as possible for them to figure out what he was up to.
Assuming the worst about the situation didn't mean giving up resistance. On the contrary, it meant he had to act with even greater caution and precision.
"So what have you been doing here for the past two years and five months?"
Just as he'd drawn everyone's attention, and even the priest looked a little surprised, Stalker Sister was the first to lose her patience and demand an answer.
Did they not have shifts for this job? Had this woman really been watching him here all this time, for over two years? And had she only just realized that things might not be what