Brother Biao, Cool as Ever, Was Indeed So Bizarre!
That familiar bald head—there was no mistaking it...
And yet, Medea sensed something strange.
That figure was undoubtedly her Master, Wu Biao...
But what was this strange feeling?
Wu Biao stepped out of the meteor crater one step at a time and came to stand at its edge, gazing into the distance at the black mud that continued to fall from the sky, soon to fill the crater.
"I really got played hard this time!"
Wu Biao's voice was incomparably cold, yet it carried a trace of self-mockery.
"You..."
Voices came from behind him. The moment Wu Biao emerged, everyone had gathered there. Looking at his back, they too vaguely sensed that something was off.
When he slowly turned around, what met their eyes was neither his familiar foolish grin nor his fervent fighting spirit, but an icy calm taken to the extreme, as though he possessed absolute rationality.
That ordinary face and that comical bald head both gave everyone an oppressive feeling beneath that expression.
"Ma...s...ter?" Medea called out tentatively.
"I'm fine!"
Wu Biao shook his head slightly and looked at the opening overhead. "It seems the Holy Grail you've all been fighting over has been contaminated by something. That smell... is really disgusting."
Everyone was stunned by those words, and the strange expressions on their faces deepened.
Medea in particular nearly had her jaw hit the ground. Wu Biao's analysis was roughly the same as her own, but she had only reached that conclusion because she possessed an extensive knowledge of magecraft and had studied Heaven's Feel.
Yet he had merely taken one look and already made a guess.
No...
Strictly speaking, since when had her Master even known how to think?
Could it be...
At that thought, Medea's