Young man, your scheming index is a little high today, huh?
Gazing once again at that familiar expression he so often wore, Fu Qian once again empathized with his victims.
Beneath Miss Wen's innocent-looking face, what had just happened was crystal clear—
She'd asked to hear the details while simultaneously activating her ability, leaving the prisoner unable to utter a word.
Then she'd concluded that, mindful of their own crimes, the criminals had fallen silent under the scrutiny of justice.
Not bad. He'd certainly been rubbing off on her.
Even though the person before him was nothing like the one he knew, Miss Wen had indeed learned a little of the essence of adventuring in Jianghu.
Of course, he wasn't about to bang a drum and cry foul over something like this. On the contrary, at that moment, Fu Qian felt nothing but satisfaction.
They were all in this game together, and accepting defeat when you lost was basic decency. Who would hold a grudge over something like this?
Beyond the amusement, Fu Qian was more concerned with the state of mind Wen Li had revealed.
The situation in front of him certainly didn't look promising. He was at a considerable disadvantage.
Not only had he immediately become a prisoner, but an ordinary person facing the supernatural had little hope of fighting back.
Wen Li's behavior just now might have looked like a prank, but to Fu Qian, it showed a certain resolve: she had no intention of saying much to him.
A hard-nosed huntress, together with that enigmatic destination, "the Cathedral"—it all made the future look deeply uncertain.
"If you've got nothing to say, then let's get going."
Wen Li was already urging him to set off, and without giving him a chance to object, she strode ahead.
Clink—