Ignition (14)

"Has he arrived?"

Xiumeng's words were astonishing, and Aiko was clearly startled.

Her first reaction was even to look toward Fu Qian.

What greeted her was the latter raising his glass in midair once again.

While Aiko was speechless, Xiumeng sat there silently without saying a word.

A moment later, he finally let out a long sigh.

Almost at the same time, his demigod bodyguard drew a breath and gave a low growl.

As the shockwave stirred up by the growl reverberated through the bar, the noisy crowd seemed to have been muted, falling silent in an instant. Even the grating background music stopped.

"Finally, a little peace and quiet."

Xiumeng paid no attention to the crowd's confusion at the sudden change. Frowning, he looked at the clown.

"Did he mention fire just now, too?"

"Yes."

Aiko still seemed a little worried that this would expose them, and she spoke faster than before.

"But he was too deranged to get anything more out of him."

"Could they have noticed something was wrong after you left last time and made preparations in advance?"

"Theoretically, the odds are very low."

Xiumeng murmured to himself. The next moment, something appeared in his hand.

Fu Qian could see it clearly: a thin shard about the size of a human ear, its color bright and vivid.

At a glance, its surface looked like flowing lava. Even from this distance, one could feel its heat.

The next moment, Xiumeng crushed the shard in his hand.

An invisible ripple surged out from him.

Fu Qian even saw the strange markings on Xiumeng grow brighter, like flames fed with fresh kindling.

So that was how the markings on them had appeared?

Fu Qian watched with great interest.

It sounded like the divine envoy Xiumeng had once visited