The Distinction Between Gods and Humans Is Nothing but Clay
"An interesting object—small, yet a condensation of fallacy."
Apparently, he didn't doubt Fu Qian's overly confident answer. The next moment, Jade Soul Master's gaze fell on the paper cup in Fu Qian's hand, and he commented aloud.
"A clever choice. Of all the outsiders I've met, you're undoubtedly the most memorable."
His praise was utterly unreserved, and delivered so naturally it sounded like he was praising himself.
"I thought you'd call it an inner demon."
Fu Qian was just as unassuming, merely curious about his choice of words.
Blood and Wine and Blood. The thing in his hand obviously wasn't a real disposable paper cup.
And he'd taken it out of the Warehouse on a whim specifically to deal with the situation at hand.
For an idealist, giving him a few more "impurities" to struggle to digest would undoubtedly help slow his advance.
Judging by Jade Soul Master's reaction, he was candidly admitting that it had caused trouble.
Of course, this was just as obvious a ploy. Fu Qian had never expected to fool him.
What was intriguing was the term "outsider."
Knowing the concept wasn't strange, but why use such plain wording instead of something like "You inner demon fiends! Today, I shall slay every last one of you"?
Was this the true confidence that came from having absolute certainty?
Anyone facing an opponent like this would be sweating bullets. Fu Qian, however, felt only relieved—he really had found the right person. This one truly knew a lot.
And it was obvious that he'd revealed himself on purpose to tell Fu Qian.
In the face of light, filth; beneath the Hall of Justice, petty villains. The instant Jade Soul Master appeared, a certain sense of self-awareness surfaced with