Chapter 883: Rotten Flesh (II)
"Don't make us sound so terrifying. Lord Logan just has a relatively short temper."
Hearing Fu Qian mention Logan, Yuan Shan explained with a helpless look.
"Of course, your style does tend to make people hate you, too."
"And you really don't need to worry about that. Some members of the council did come by over the past couple of days, but they've already headed to Leaf Island."
"Because of the conflict? That was quick."
Fu Qian nodded.
"Mainly because Yin Hehong over there was practically frantic in asking for help."
It was clear that after dealing with Fu Qian several times recently, Yuan Shan was far less wary of him than she'd been before. She didn't mind letting him in on the little details of certain events.
"If I hadn't repeatedly stressed that things were unstable here, he would've wanted me to go help, too."
Yin Hehong, huh?
A figure who'd come to warn him naturally appeared in Fu Qian's mind.
"What reason did he give for asking for help? To capture Sybill, who caused civilian casualties?"
"If a demigod is determined to flee, how easy can it be to catch them?"
Yuan Shan smiled wryly.
"His reason was rather vague. He only said the conflict between the two groups might get out of hand, and hoped someone could help keep things under control. The more people, the better."
So he'd usually kept everything under control, but as soon as things looked bad, he called in backup?
Fu Qian nodded to himself.
Given Yin Hehong's relationship with An Jing Shizhi, he'd probably already started to realize something was up.
Still, no matter what, he probably couldn't have imagined that An Jing Shizhi was already dead—though strictly speaking, he hadn't completely died yet. He'd just