"Yes, Young Master!"
A Rabbit Girl entered the bathroom, and shortly after, the sound of running water came from inside.
The other Rabbit Girl left the master bedroom and headed to the study to fetch a laptop.
Fu Qingyang watched their retreating figures. After several seconds of silence, he let out a silent sigh of relief and relaxed as he removed his breastplate, armguards, and shattered heart-protecting mirror.
As a Scout, he had discerned from the two Rabbit Girls' expressions during the earlier questioning that Yuanshi had emerged from the Slaughter Dungeon.
A Slaughter Dungeon in the Saint Realm was a brutal, grueling battle—the most difficult fight he had faced since becoming a Spirit Realm Walker.
But it still did not qualify as a major crisis.
Clearly, the evil organization had set its sights on Yuanshi.
Since Yuanshi had emerged from the Slaughter Dungeon, it meant he had thwarted the deadly trap laid by the evil organization. Fu Qingyang was quite eager to learn what had happened in the Transcendence Realm Slaughter Dungeon.
With his abilities, his points should have rivaled those of the Marshal and Demon Lord. Fu Qingyang removed his half-ruined armor and stood bare-chested in the room. His physique was balanced and upright, every bulging muscle exuding masculine beauty.
His waistline was smooth, his abdominal muscles sharply defined, and his body fat astonishingly low.
With such a tall, enviable physique paired with that handsome, masculine face, Money Prince was the most attractive to women among the official Four Young Masters, at least in terms of physical appeal.
Fu Qingyang glanced down at the wound piercing his abdomen, as well as the injury across his chest that had split flesh and severed bone. Paying them little mind, he walked to the bedside, opened the drawer of the nightstand,