Planting vegetables was just planting vegetables. Fu Qian had never planned to linger here.
On the one hand, time was precious. On the other, making a huge fuss over every little thing was like cooking a delicate dish—too much heat often backfired.
A hit-and-run like this left far more to the imagination.
By the time he returned, the garden might have grown even more lush.
Of course, this carefree departure met with fierce resistance.
The invisible barrier had been treated as if it didn't exist, and the instant he walked straight through it, the Siren finally stopped holding back. Tangible attacks came one after another.
The sun outside the ship had returned to a single orb. As Fu Qian looked up and basked in the gentle sunlight filtering through the clouds after the storm, he suddenly raised a hand to block one of its rays.
There was no other reason. That particular ray felt rather dazzling, somehow out of place.
Smack!
And that was exactly what it was. The sunlight exploded right in his palm, scattering like bright fireworks.
Except they were cold fireworks.
The same sensation as the icy beams from earlier returned. A similar power had been hiding in the radiance of the real sun, taking the form of a spear.
Even after it was exposed, the insidious ambush didn't end.
Where the light scattered, an astonishing chill spread in all directions, instantly gathering into an icicle that heralded death. Even the churning waves beneath his feet froze in place.
Not bad. A sunlight-freezing spear?
Why does everything related to the sun in this world have something sinister about it?
Fu Qian was still striking a pose, and he was unmistakably caught in the attack.
With his enormous size and the clothes torn apart by his transformation, he