Them?
Killer Zhao Ran's stance was so vivid, it was as if countless eyes were truly peering this way through the mist between the blue-gray stones.
For a moment, Fu Qian played along, looking around in surprise.
Unfortunately, even with his eye-radar, he still found nothing.
Compared to the last time he'd been here, this place had barely changed.
Not only was the blood pool still there, but even the cold weapon that appeared was the same one.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
The cold weapon was rejected once again. Fu Qian tossed the halberd aside and frowned at Zhao Ran.
Though his tone made it clear he doubted what Zhao Ran was saying, he still respected the man's exaggerated reaction enough to lower his voice a little.
"People... Lots of people. Just now, I thought you were one of them..."
Unfortunately, Zhao Ran seemed a little too caught up in it. He barely dared to breathe, and still wasn't making much sense.
"Come with me."
However, Fu Qian's decision to lower his weapon seemed to finally convince Zhao Ran that the man before him wasn't the enemy he'd imagined.
He quietly put away his weapon, then gestured for Fu Qian to follow.
The direction Zhao Ran pointed to was nowhere near the center of the pit. Instead, it was another spot along the edge.
"You mean that group of monsters? No matter how you look at it, I don't look anything like them."
He looked young, but Fu Qian seemed to have plenty of experience in the ways of the world. He wasn't about to follow a stranger's directions without a second thought.
He was just as noncommittal about Zhao Ran's explanation for attacking him earlier.
Whether it was true or not, if his skills had been just a