The world quieted down.
As the saying goes, without comparison, one cannot sense disparity. At that moment, Fu Qian seemed to grasp the essence of complete silence.
Indeed, the strange sound effect hadn't suddenly appeared; rather, it emerged from the rapid vanishing of the surrounding clamor.
The island night's vibrant backdrop sound suddenly had its volume turned down.
"Interesting."
Patch's timely remark also proved it wasn't his doing.
It seemed that the coupling theory not only gained real-world support but even took effect in an instant.
"However, it seems it might have some issues too."
Patch quickly gestured towards Fu Qian's hand, indicating that even medicine could be poison, and side effects were unavoidable.
"Indeed."
Fu Qian wasn't overly optimistic; after all, the commotion on the glove was peculiar—Fallen Blood seemed to have given up.
If before, it was like someone trapped yet still struggling, now it seemed to have embraced a philosophical resignation.
