"Exactly. Things were clearly reaching a stalemate."
And a leader was a leader. She really knew how to sum things up.
Even in a complicated situation, she had a knack for pointing the way forward.
Seeing how a quiet remark from Yuan Shan had brought everyone's attention back to her, Fu Qian couldn't help admiring her.
And she really wasn't wrong. The symptoms were strikingly similar.
He was turning this place into a temple of the five organs, while a group of people were being converted by it.
At this rate, they'd soon be able to call one another fellow Daoists, more or less, wouldn't they?
Though he was the only one with an ordinary human constitution, his extensive experience with these things—and his willingness to feel them with his heart and guts—meant Fu Qian had recognized the similarity long ago. He just hadn't been in a hurry to say so.
Of course, he knew this wasn't very team-oriented behavior. But he wasn't the only one acting that way. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Lady Nepheli, the foremost sadist, had by far the most unusual expression of anyone there.
Surprise, interest, and something meaningful...
And though Fu Qian's gaze had been as discreet as possible, someone still caught on. The next moment, they turned to look at her.
"Were you the one who poisoned us? Did you use that same method to cover it up? Is that why you were the first to step forward?"
The first to speak was Lady Number Seven, who hadn't said a word since the contest with Wen. And she opened with three questions in a row.
Now that was what you called the art of leadership.
Lady Number Seven's questions seemed abrupt, but a moment's thought was enough