Before long, Han Shuo and Phoebe had finished making their arrangements inside the room.
"How were you able to detect that wind mage Ellis approaching so miraculously?" Phoebe asked, frowning at Han Shuo in puzzlement as she checked the room.
Han Shuo was crouching on the floor, carefully collecting some wood dust into his Spatial Ring. Without looking up, he answered, "That's my business, not yours!"
Phoebe gave a soft snort and fell silent. A little later, however, she could no longer contain herself. Watching Han Shuo work, she gave a quiet exclamation and said, "Did you used to work as a killer? Why are you so calm and cautious, with such extraordinary senses?"
With his original temperament, Han Shuo would naturally never have approached anything so cautiously and calmly. But cultivating the Demonic Cultivation Art had left him enduring inhuman pain almost constantly, unwittingly forging his indomitable character.
The trials of the Dark Forest, together with Claude's death, had also quietly trained Han Shuo to be cautious and composed. Combined with his astonishing senses, these qualities did indeed make him seem suited to being a competent killer. No wonder Phoebe had asked.
"No. Do you think I'm like you? From the moment we entered the trading company until just now, I've been following your instructions. Without some unusual experiences, I doubt you could have mastered these methods. You're the one who looks like she's worked as an assassin. Otherwise, how could you be so practiced?" Having finally cleared away the wood dust from the bedboards, Han Shuo looked up at Phoebe and spoke.
"You're the one who's been a killer!" Phoebe shot him a cold look before continuing, "My mentor merely taught me about these things. The details of assassination were also one of my subjects."
"Oh, then your