As a qualified team leader, Xiumeng was absolutely decisive.
Of course, he had no idea that Fu Qian had already seen this move.
He had even seen another one just like it.
Even as his movements became extraordinarily sluggish, Fu Qian also felt that same familiar sensation of being marked. It was the move used in the bar to help Stos kill him.
Xiumeng was really determined to win!
Two powerful moves at once—he was bringing out everything he had.
Feeling himself bound and marked, Fu Qian was being dragged into some sort of special medium, where Xiumeng's presence waited.
Fu Qian clicked his tongue in admiration.
So he really did have a special way of hiding himself, and this technique was somewhat like the shadow traversal used by that old aunt, Selena.
It was a shame that, despite Xiumeng's gracious invitation, everything else could wait—good food couldn't be let down.
Just as he was about to be dragged into that strange place, Fu Qian opened his senses fully and locked onto Xiumeng's true body inside. Then he waved a hand and activated Thread of Concern.
In the next moment, a figure seemed to cross space and dimensions, forcibly pulled out.
"What's going on?"
At the familiar voice, the seat was already empty.
In its place stood Xiumeng, looking far more real than before, right in front of Fu Qian.
The latter instinctively glanced around, his expression a mixture of shock and anger.
Xiumeng had never seen Thread of Concern before, of course. Otherwise, he might have guessed what was happening, and his shock wouldn't have been quite so great.
"Are you sure this is the time to talk about that?"
Even though moving took considerable effort, Fu Qian still stuffed another piece of fish into his mouth, then