Oufu did not hide his emotions. Augusta instantly sensed his excitement, and his expression darkened.
"Oufu, you bastard, I came to you to help me find the murderer!"
Feeling the excitement radiating from Oufu's soul, Augusta's face darkened even further.
"My apologies, but if we want to know who the culprit is, we'll probably have to study this magic formation first."
As he spoke, Oufu swiftly rose to his feet, tore open space, and headed toward the chaotic spatial currents.
"That Oufu..."
Augusta gritted his teeth. In the end, he could only snort coldly and turn away.
He could see it clearly: Oufu's attention had immediately shifted to that shattered magic formation.
Compared to the lost Sovereign Spark and blood essence, Oufu cared more about the suddenly appearing teleportation formation.
The two of them could never see eye to eye. Oufu's way of thinking was simply too difficult for him to accept.
But Oufu was right as well. Without studying it, they would have no way of finding the mastermind. Augusta could not help with that, so he could only leave.
Judging by Oufu's behavior, he would certainly devote himself to researching the teleportation formation. It was just that his goal was the formation itself, not helping Augusta find someone.
Of course, Oufu was surely interested in the person behind it as well, so for now, the matter could only be left at that.
By the time Oufu reached the chaotic spatial currents, Augusta had already departed.
"That Augusta is still as impatient as ever."
The Bula Clan was just that strange. Though they were the same person, they often quarreled.
Of course, those arguments were generally one-sided. After all, the calm personality had no interest in arguing at all.
Oufu did not care. He directly sent a projected clone