"Who were you talking to just now?"
Lost in endless reverie, the door behind had already opened.
Fu Qian turned around, and there stood Lanaia, the head of the Punishment Department, with a look of suspicion and sharp eyes.
In the end, Old Master Veron, whether from fatigue or emotional distress, had clearly lessened the power of his Origin Void, which allowed Lanaia to notice something amiss.
"Did I?"
"Of course, I definitely heard you say 'won't send!'"
Lanaia spoke with conviction, her gaze flicking to the spot where Veron had just sat, obviously not willing to rest without an answer.
Straight denial was definitely not an option; although not a demigod, this person was no saint or naive believer, and not so easily fooled.
However, if things escalated now, the excitement would surely lose its color, which was something Fu Qian did not want to see.
Alas!
