The desolate city of the apocalypse, the Withering Fog—this atmosphere truly matches.
Hearing that Lady Bally's judgment was almost identical to his own, Fu Qian nodded slightly.
Although he knew more than one person was observing his reaction, he refrained from deliberately showing surprise.
"Why don't you ask me why I'm so certain?"
Seemingly disappointed by his reaction, Lady Bally's large eyes blinked, revealing a hint of puzzlement.
"It's just an incidental question, unrelated to the primary topic. You're not obligated to explain."
Fu Qian's adherence to principles was fully on display at that moment as he responded naturally.
"Truly professional. No wonder Yack needs your help to solve problems."
Lady Bally was momentarily stunned by his reply. The next moment, her expression broke into a broad smile as she offered genuine praise.
"Because it's not only in Leytin that the Bloodline Clan exists."
But she quickly sighed and took the initiative to explain.
