"Okay."
The fierce confrontation that should have erupted never came, but the air felt even more oppressive.
After Professor Fu's simple question, it was clear that Weilong had lost all interest in talking.
With a grave expression, he readily agreed to Wen Li's request that she stay behind.
Some things couldn't withstand close scrutiny. This was no longer a simple matter of wounded pride, nor was it just about Wen Li...
The coincidences were astonishing, the efficiency astonishing. A review of the events made it clear how absurd it all was—and it had happened at the Spirit Ash Institute?
Not one person in between had questioned whether something was wrong.
"You can start studying under Professor Fu for the next couple of days."
Eager to return as soon as possible, Weilong nodded in agreement. He still took the time to examine Wen Li's condition and offer an extra word of reassurance.
"Don't worry. She's fine."
As if sensing his concern, Professor Fu spoke in his usual flat tone.
"I'm an honest man. I wasn't saying that to impress the Night Watchers. It really is an outstanding achievement."
What's more, he once again openly praised the Spirit Ash Institute's remarkable results—a rare thing for someone as "arrogant" as him.
"...Most of the credit still goes to her own talent."
Receiving such praise at a time like this, Weilong looked at the owner of the laboratory across from him, who couldn't even be bothered to get up and see them out. Yet he could detect no trace of mockery in the man's voice.
As a proud representative of the Spirit Ash Institute, Weilong hesitated briefly, then offered a modest reply. He said nothing more and left at once.
"I'll be in your care from now on, Professor Fu... Professor Weilong and