A hint of bewilderment slowly surfaced on Ian's shattered face, refusing to fade.
It seemed that neither he nor Weilong, whose existence depended on him, knew how to react to Fu Qian's righteous indignation.
After a few moments, Professor Ian simply collapsed without a sound, crumbling inch by inch into ash.
Without a doubt, his destruction unleashed wave after wave of remorse, crashing against Fu Qian's will.
For a moment, Fu Qian felt the weight of his sins so keenly that even the waters of the Yangtze could never wash them away.
But faced with this, Fu Qian didn't waste a shred of effort trying to convince himself that what he'd done was righteous.
Cold-blooded, sure, but keep it serious.
"What... exactly was your reason for sneaking into the academy?"
At last, Weilong's voice came through.
Unfortunately, faced with Fu Qian's utterly untroubled demeanor, Weilong seemed to have misunderstood things again.
"This isn't something an ordinary demigod could possibly do. I think... you must belong to some kind of special organization, right?"
"You were turned into a demigod by some special means, then hid your strength and joined the academy?"
Weilong stood up and advanced step by step, unmistakable killing intent in his voice.
"I thought Ian had stumbled across your misdeeds, and that was why he'd been killed."
"Now it seems the others were right. Ian must have discovered your secret, so you silenced him in this way—making sure not to leave a single trace, just to be safe... ruthless!"
Old Man, are you done yet?
This wasn't just a misunderstanding. You were downright obsessed!
Faced with Weilong's latest accusation, Fu Qian sighed inwardly.
At the root of it, Weilong simply refused to believe Ian was anything but a victim.
And with that assumption in place, no matter