The connection between Darnetta and Jiang En was even closer than he'd imagined. It really did feel like Jiang En had a wise old mentor at his side.
He landed silently. By now, the wound in Fu Qian's chest had already healed.
Darnetta's skill at playing dead might have been impressive, but trying to fool a demigod was asking too much.
The reason Fu Qian hadn't simply kept him there and tortured him with something like Clear Dream was the question that had just occurred to him.
Jiang En clearly had no idea that a whole group of people had gone to such lengths to help him "grow."
And all those Intermediate Tier big shots had the time to arrange an intricate underground deal, yet somehow hadn't set up real-time surveillance?
Now Fu Qian seemed to have found the answer. They didn't need to be there in person to keep an eye on Jiang En's every move.
From that perspective, could his conversation with Darnetta just now have been monitored by certain people, too?
After all, he still had no way to confirm how they were pulling it off.
And if his guess was right, keeping Darnetta there without thinking could have the same consequences as torturing Jiang En directly.
It was better to let him go and send a message to the big shots shielding Jiang En: the not-quite-right-in-the-head Great Fortune Ming King was going to rest and recover for now.
So even if Darnetta hadn't played dead, Fu Qian would still have used the excuse that a lowlife like him wasn't worth getting his hands dirty over, then left with a flourish.
And now?
Without the slightest hesitation, Fu Qian followed the Thread of Concern and hurried onward.
It was time to see what kind of last-minute devotion