Appearing to crush that fluid humanoid was certainly not out of offense.
Others might not notice, but Fu Qian's sharp eyes were as precise as always.
Although the opponent had grown larger, it still fell slightly short of matching his height.
The talk of looking eye-to-eye—merely an excuse to accuse.
Staying true to intentions, one finds their way in the end.
After a series of prior actions, confirming the partner's sincerity and commitment, Fu Qian set a clear project goal—conduct testing and maximize efforts to seek traces of the Dark Moon.
If the Dark Moon could indeed be found, it would offer some degree of proof supporting the realities of Leytin and the mist.
It would also confirm the most pessimistic possibility regarding the Pontiff.
It was almost certain that the Celestial Sphere Sect had trapped him within this Nightmare for that very purpose, though their exact operational methods were something even Amila and the others couldn't comprehend.
