"Just now, that was..."
In the bookstore, Selena clutched the orb, her expression blank, as if her brain had stopped working.
"Your Progenitor."
Fu Qian didn't even look up, focused on fiddling with his left arm.
The moment he had escaped from inside it, the vitality of his flesh had begun to recover. Now pink buds of flesh were already emerging from the wound.
Even so, it would still take some time for his arm to return to normal.
Selena wasn't doing any better. The wound on her back was still covered in blood.
But she clearly had no attention to spare for that. At Fu Qian's answer, she murmured to herself.
Halfway through, she noticed the strange look Fu Qian was giving her.
"So you admit that really was your Progenitor?"
At Fu Qian's blunt reminder, Selena stood there in a daze for a full five seconds.
But in the end, she steadied herself with a will honed over hundreds of years and accepted reality.
"That's right. It was quite unexpected, but after everything we saw, that really was an ancient image of the Progenitor."
Taking a deep breath, Selena spoke slowly.
It wasn't easy for her to admit it, but Fu Qian seemed completely indifferent to her inner turmoil. He had already gone behind the counter.
"So I'm asking again: the Progenitor was clearly meeting someone, so why was there only one person in the room? And why was she talking to someone?"
Selena wasn't one to give up easily. She immediately pressed him for an answer.
Very good. Persistent.
Fu Qian gave her an approving look and gestured for her to sit down.
The only problem was, true persistence meant forcing yourself to think through the reasons, not endlessly badgering other people—though, admittedly, he could think