Theoretically, what he was doing now was unnecessary.
After all, unlike the Dragon King, who desperately wanted to reclaim that trace of Scarlet Fever, Fu Qian had no plans to kill it and seize back the Tyrant's Body.
This trip had been a purely academic field expedition. He had never expected any material gains.
And after this series of explorations, he had already gained quite a lot academically.
For example, he had confirmed the Dragon King's whereabouts, verified a longstanding hypothesis, and incidentally continued speculating about the First Generation Dark Moon's ruthlessness.
With the alarm having conveniently gone off as well, leaving now would have been perfectly timed.
Unfortunately, for a true Academic Leader, that still was not enough.
How did that saying go again? There was only a tiny gap between good and excellent, and that gap was called attention to detail.
His research on the Dragon King might have yielded results, but what Fu Qian cared about now was the apostle.
No matter how far one went, one should never forget the road that had brought them there. He still remembered that it was under the apostle's guidance that he had found the target so smoothly.
But—why?
Why had everything the apostle did helped him find the target?
The fundamental difference between academic research and clearing quest markers was logical plausibility.
You could not explain everything you encountered by saying, "That's just how it was set up."
Every coincidence had its inevitability.
Looking back at what had just happened, the core of the entire change seemed to lie in that gesture the apostle had taught him.
In this special place, he had attempted to contact the Dragon King through a special movement.
Even the motive made sense. The apostle had done it to prove that he was