Hey, if there were an extraordinary form called the Versailles Girl, you'd be a natural at digesting it.
Research assistant Ji Liushuang was usually excellent at keeping her expression in check, but on the way back with the teacups, she'd clearly frozen for a moment.
Having taken in both their reactions, Fu Qian couldn't help grumbling inwardly, though he could understand them well enough.
With his reminder, Miss Wen had laid all her secrets bare.
After leaving here last time, she'd returned in a "never look down on a poor young man" kind of fashion, and had clearly reaped the biggest windfall yet from Apocalypse's bullying of the Spirit Ash Institute over the past few days.
Under Old Man Weilong's direction, the Spirit Ash Institute had clearly been willing to spare no expense, pouring resources into her.
Of course, they had no idea what other "costs" were involved in sparing no expense.
And the results had been remarkable. She had actually managed to digest Senior Liliana's relic.
It had also proved the accuracy of his unconventional probe: she had officially entered the ranks of high-tier extraordinary beings.
Nor was her Versailles-style display of success mere affectation.
Wen Li wasn't stupid, and from the way she referred to the Spirit Ash Institute, it was clear that regardless of their motives, she was still grateful to the masters for their guidance.
The reason she'd so readily played along and put on an exaggerated performance last time was partly because she trusted him.
The other reason, as she'd said at the time, was that she'd sensed something was off. After receiving his overly "aggressive" guidance, she'd confirmed that the situation really wasn't simple.
In short, she'd already had some sense of herself as a tool person when she'd played along.
As a result,