This can't keep going on!
In the living room, Fu Qian slurped his noodles while deep in thought.
Following the deterrence he had just exerted, the callings in his mind had once again weakened.
But it was entirely predictable that, after a while, those pilgrimage-like voices would start up again.
These people might unconsciously come up with a thought and forget about it the next moment, but when it reached him, it turned into incessant noise.
With one operation after another, it was indeed unbearably annoying.
Although he could deter them again when the time came, such measures, akin to mental shock, who knows if there are any side effects with increased frequency?
What if he turned Young Master Qin and the others into idiots?
And it could be imagined that, as Inspiration continued to grow, the voices would become even clearer.
A bowl of noodles was quickly devoured, Fu Qian set down his chopsticks and touched the mark on his wrist.
