Sure enough, he was eagerly awaiting.
At that moment, Fu Qian simply felt the ripples of his old friend quietly and did not intervene further.
Though the situation was somewhat tragic, he didn't think the Interlocutor's demise was as dramatic as it seemed.
Now, the one worth worrying about seemed to be himself.
Even without relying on Extraordinary Perception, one could tell that the mist emerging wasn't merely a change in weather.
Having been the Nightmare Dominator for quite a while, the mist had always been a boundary marker with impassable properties.
Not to mention the scene before him bore a striking familiarity to the first task in the Nightmare Corridor by the school's edge.
He wouldn't be surprised if Sister Ox-head emerged from within at any moment.
In conclusion, after the Interlocutor's outburst, Fu Qian saw the primary result as being firmly trapped, with no easy escape.
