"What are you doing?"
She had pointed in the direction without hesitation, but the moment her hand came down, Yuan Shan jumped in fright and stared fixedly at Fu Qian's head.
Without a sound, he had somehow put on a strange mask.
Red and white, it looked like a clown's face, with a streak of bloody tears at one corner of its eye that could have been either laughter or tears.
"Nothing. Do you think people would react better if I showed up looking like this?"
Apparently puzzled by her overreaction, Fu Qian tapped the Face of One Destined for Godhood and asked for Yuan Shan's opinion.
"I don't know. But if you really decide to go like that, remember to tell me ahead of time."
Though she'd said she couldn't judge, the next moment she spoke coldly.
The meaning was clear: go by yourself then, and don't get blood all over me.
"Understood."
Always happy to take advice, Fu Qian sighed softly and took off the mask.
Of course, that didn't stop the perfectly straight line from being easy to trace. It pointed almost exactly where Yuan Shan had just indicated.
One of the main reasons he'd taken the mask off and returned to Shangjing was to test whether this thing was still working.
As it turned out, not only was it still working, it was as accurate as an electronic compass. It had lost so much of its supernatural mystique that he could even try triangulating its signal.
Good. Another reason to attend the banquet.
To be honest, Fu Qian had already entertained all sorts of wild possibilities when he saw that line.
One of them was that it might ultimately lead to something extraordinary and force him into a fight with the Night Watchers.
Now it