"Losers..." So he really was a trained professional. He understood his own situation far better than Killer Brother did.
That's right. Fu Qian was now fairly certain that the name and posthumous title carved onto the container holding the eye blanket also came from a branch of the long-dead Holy Grail Cult, the Blind Eye Academy.
The parchment in his hand bore a striking resemblance to the one found underground in the monastery in Bee Monkey City.
Though this one didn't have the sect's name marked by Brother Yul, and the illustrations were a little crowded.
There was a reason he'd asked the Pontiff to help find parchment or a cup.
Although Brother Zhao Ran's resolve to keep secrets was ironclad, Fu Qian had good habits. Before visiting this place again, he'd already given the idea of "illustrations representing the essence of certain powers" plenty of thought.
The most classic example was a divine emblem. The mission had indeed proven that the markings shared the same essence of power as the Furnace.
But one unavoidable question remained: the markings hadn't been carved into the church or shrine. They'd been assembled from the odds and ends and fragments inside.
It was hard to imagine any religious group being so careless.
Then, on his actual visit, Brother Zhao Ran had provided another surprise: he'd taken Fu Qian to see a new House of Graffiti.
His earlier guess had been right. The reason he'd fought his way in and made such a commotion was indeed to draw Fu Qian out.
From Old Man Feng's behavior, it was clear that even someone like him, who only sat on the stone seat, was more sensitive to what was happening inside the Furnace.
Although Fu Qian hadn't known whether the killer was still alive before entering,