Anything was fine to say. What was there that couldn't be said?
The exchange between Shangjing's twin prodigies was so frank that Fu Qian found himself deeply moved and readily went along with it.
"Fu Qian... How come I've never heard of him?"
Sadly, sincerity was often misunderstood.
After the barrage of bombshell information, Taylor, still looking pleased with himself, was the first to speak.
And the first thing he did was question it.
"You're saying that a godlike being spends every day holed up in a bookstore, and not only do the Night Watchers do nothing about it, they're even on close terms with him?"
Before Fu Qian could respond, Jiang En swiftly followed up, unwilling to fall behind.
And true to being the more cerebral of the twin prodigies, every word struck at the heart of the matter, brimming with skepticism.
The King of Prison Break's shadow hanging over Shangjing was one thing. The King of Prison Break personally hanging over Shangjing?
No matter how one looked at it, that was absurd.
No matter how much they were willing to imagine themselves as the protagonists of the world, believing that a godlike being capable of walking the mortal realm needed to beat around the bush to scheme against them was simply far too self-important.
The two young people were clearly not narcissistic to that extent.
Not to mention that such a figure even seemed to have a pretty good relationship with the Night Watchers.
Shangjing's Chief not only associated closely with him, but did not even avoid making that fact public, appearing together with him at a banquet. No matter how they thought about it, it made no sense.
Fu Qian highly approved of Jiang En's doubts. From this alone, he could tell that she had indeed emerged