"It seems like it's going to snow."
As the saying goes, one can predict the weather by observing the clouds. After a moment, Fu Qian finally withdrew his gaze from the cloudless sky and marveled aloud to himself.
Of course, the logic in this was undoubtedly mind-boggling.
For instance, Old Master Veron, who was watching from behind, didn't need Fu Qian to turn around to feel the weight of his mood.
But Fu Qian still turned his head.
For a demigod, this distance was more than enough not to miss the earlier exclamation.
Old Master Veron's expression was grave, but he eventually restrained himself from showing any confusion.
Clearly, after much experience, he had come to a life conclusion: when facing Heaven Commencement's Temporary Leader, silence is golden.
Even if the other party spoke, one should think thrice before responding—
Unfortunately, Professor Fu seemed to have no intention of speaking either, replacing words with body language.
