The plan worked. It really could be done.
There was no need to look back. Fu Qian knew that the concern that had suddenly descended upon him had already quietly departed in that moment.
Once again, the importance of clear thinking had been proven.
In a delicate situation like the one just now, any self-important maneuver could easily trigger a chain reaction, making things grow exponentially more complicated until Chief Yuan's condition became impossible to handle.
Only if the source of the distortion left of its own accord—and even gave up trying to figure out "what exactly was going on"—could this harmonious winter afternoon continue.
Of course, the two guest stars had also performed quite well.
He'd thought he would need a few more groups of victims before Red Moon could appreciate the wonderful life of a "child" and put its mind at ease.
As he clicked his tongue in admiration, Fu Qian saw that Yuan Shan still hadn't said anything. He stood, stretched, and went to the door to flip the sign to "Closed."
Enough was enough. He'd done more than enough for today.
Phew—
Just as he finished, a long exhale came from behind him. He turned around, and sure enough, Yuan Shan was frowning as she examined the cup in her hand.
"What happened?"
As a full-fledged demigod who had learned so much under Old Man Henry's tutelage, it was hard to imagine Chief Yuan failing to notice what she'd just been through.
So Fu Qian wasn't surprised by the puzzled look she gave him.
"You ran into trouble, but it's been taken care of."
He answered her question plainly.
"It really was a serious problem..."
That clear answer seemed to steady her nerves. Yuan Shan's presence felt more alive by the moment.
She covered one