"Yes, lots of laughter... like children."
His voice was so hoarse, it sounded as if he might collapse at any moment.
But A Fei's hand was still steady, even as he pressed it against his own wound.
He also clearly remembered who the cleaner was. Fu Qian had only spoken instead of taking action, but A Fei not only didn't blame him, he quickly answered his questions.
Even while answering, his eyes gleamed in the darkness, sharp as a beast's, scanning their surroundings and ready to fight to the death at any moment.
Lots... of children?
There were certainly young geniuses in academic circles, but a whole lot of them seemed a bit much.
Fu Qian still didn't question him. Imagining the scene A Fei had described, he decided this place really did have another new trick up its sleeve.
"The lines on the wall."
And he hadn't taken the information for free. In the spirit of fairness, Fu Qian pointed out why A Fei hadn't seen the attack.
Lines?
A Fei didn't say anything, but he abruptly turned to his side and quickly spotted a glittering patch.
That was right—the silvery dotted lines, now coated in dust, on the wall.
A Fei had reacted quite well, but unfortunately, his attacker might not have been playing fair.
Fu Qian had seen it clearly just now. It wasn't a matter of the attacker moving impossibly fast. That terrifying strike had seeped straight out of one line, then disappeared into another, forming a deadly arc of light.
As expected of the Star Gazer's ingenious creation. Even in such a damaged state, it still hadn't completely stopped working.
Though its effect seemed to have changed somewhat. It had gone from a handy research tool to a literal weapon.
The attack hadn't come without