"If things went as expected, it meant something unexpected had happened."
Fu Qian turned around just in time to hear a 'crack'; his pen had been forcibly snapped into two pieces.
"Racial talent, huh?"
I made two for you in half a day!
Fu Qian frowned for a moment, but seeing that Selana was obviously lost in thought, he generously decided not to pursue the matter.
"What's the matter?"
As he spoke, Fu Qian walked forward and looked at the notebook in Selana's hands.
The next moment, he was startled, as if realizing something, and his instinct was to close the notebook.
However, after a moment's hesitation, she did not do so.
[The Progenitor of the Bloodline Clan, Annalise, has completely perished]
Through the sparse gaps between her fingers, Fu Qian saw a line of text in the notebook.
Hiss!
Although it was just a simple sentence, a flood of thoughts rushed through Fu Qian's mind, and he understood why she had reacted in such a way.