In theory, the earlier guess had been almost entirely confirmed.
Ram-headed Demon really had been too low in rank, which was why he had woken up in such a confused state.
Now that a demigod had taken his place, the situation was immediately different.
But Amber was in such good mental condition that there were plenty of other ways she could be useful. How could they stop at this?
Yuan Fang had already caught her attention so quickly, proving she had a knack for finding people. She might as well keep putting that talent to use.
"You could also look for Akasha or the Spider Silk Queen, if they haven't woken up."
As for motivating her, Fu Qian provided the incentive the next moment.
"...What exactly is your reason for coming here? Did you know it would be like this all along?"
She was clearly a little moved, but Amber still made no attempt to hide her confusion.
"If that were the case, why would I have gone all the way to the restaurant to wait for you?"
Fu Qian asked casually.
Clearly unable to answer Fu Qian's question, Miss Amber fell silent for a moment.
But only briefly. She soon pulled herself together and silently roamed through the lake of pots.
She didn't even ask Fu Qian for the lamp in his hand. It seemed the visibility was good enough for her.
With a laborer like that on hand, Fu Qian didn't even feel the need to take another step. He simply stood there, quietly watching the center of the hemisphere.
There wasn't even a tongue on fire, and the enormous coffin was nowhere to be seen. The place was lifeless to an unsettling degree.
But that was exactly where the problem lay—wasn't this what the Warehouse wanted?