Who Is Kester?

Above the sea of clouds, the airship flew at a steady speed.

Piyon was astonished by Moyu's performance, which far exceeded what his age suggested.

It was not only his ability to make deductions that nearly struck at the heart of the matter, but also his profound understanding of the Nen System. Both deeply surprised Piyon.

Ignoring the question Piyon had raised about his age, Moyu said, "What I said just now is only my personal speculation and judgment. It can only be used as a reference."

He always left himself some room.

That was Moyu's habit.

So even when merely voicing opinions and views, he would try his best to give reminders and make things clear.

Why had he developed such a habit?

It had something to do with the family education from his previous life.

"When facing anything, you must try your best to anticipate the worst possible outcome, because reality will never give you any warning."

His strict elders had always instilled that idea in Moyu through all kinds of matters.

Over time, Moyu had become good at thinking.

"Bullshit. Did you think I'd treat your speculation as fact? Do I look that careless?"

Piyon stared at Moyu's profile and said in a deep voice, "It's just... the possibility of Post-Mortem Nen being left behind feels incredibly troublesome just to imagine."

"..."

Moyu gazed at the azure sky and did not continue the topic.

The Marshfolk...

Based on the information currently available, there was no problem treating them as ordinary humans.

That was assuming a Nen Exorcist could remove the trigger-based Manipulator ability switch implanted in their bodies.

Or they could start with Davidson and have the ability lifted.

The only question was—

After their potential danger had been removed, could the Marshfolk, who retained their souls,