"Uncle Su."
"Alright, Little Griseo, let's skip this topic."
Fu Lin wiped the sweat off his forehead and hurriedly cut off Griseo's questioning. If this continued, even he wouldn't know how to explain it anymore.
Griseo waved behind Fu Lin and said, "No, I was just greeting Uncle Su."
"Hm, I didn't expect to run into you here."
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Griseo placed her hands in front of her chest and smiled faintly, saying, "Because Mommy Aponia said this place is very suitable for painting."
Fu Lin listened to Griseo's conversation and the voice of Su behind him. His spirit trembled, and his face turned ashen as he stiffly turned around, only to see Su standing behind him with his eyes closed and an indifferent expression.
Fu Lin swallowed his saliva, waved at Su, and smiled awkwardly, "Long time no see, Su. When did you get here? You didn't even say a word—really gave me a scare, haha... ha."
Then, he looked at Su with a serious expression, "You must have just arrived, right?"
Su smiled slightly, opened his eyes, and looked at the painting of himself with great interest, "Mr. Fu Lin... If I remember correctly, we just met not long ago."
"A short parting feels like three years apart. To me, that was a long time, Su."
As Fu Lin spoke, he positioned himself in front of Su, then seized the opportunity to pull down the painting and stuff it into his pocket.
Su, "..."
Griseo tugged at Su's sleeve and asked, "Uncle Su, is there something you need?"
Su placed his hand on Griseo's head, gently stroking it, and smiled warmly, "Nothing much, I just saw you here and came to take a look."
"Oh... then Uncle Su, can you pose like in the painting?"
Griseo looked at Su expectantly, and at the same time, Fu Lin, who had been trying to lower his presence, also looked at Su with anticipation upon hearing this, though he quickly lowered his head again.
Hearing this, Su froze for a moment, but years of meditation and self-discipline kept his composure.
He calmly ruffled Griseo's hair and said in a peaceful tone, "Since you are painting here, I won't disturb you. I should go find Kevin now. Goodbye."
Griseo waved her hand and watched Su's departing figure with a hint of disappointment in her eyes, "Alright then... Goodbye, Uncle Su."
Fu Lin also waved his hand, "...Goodbye, Su."
...
Griseo put down her paintbrush, looked into the distance at Mobius, and asked in confusion, "Hmm... is that Aunt Mobius?"
"Where? Where is Mobius?"
Fu Lin quickly looked around but saw no trace of Mobius.
Griseo pointed in the direction Mobius had left and slowly said, "Aunt Mobius just went that way."
"...Little Griseo, stay here and paint properly. I'm going to step away for a bit, but I'll be back soon. Don't run off, okay?"
Fu Lin instructed Griseo before leaving. Only after confirming that she had nodded and continued painting did he chase after Mobius.
After running for a while and still not seeing Mobius, Fu Lin was about to give up when he heard the sound of intense fighting nearby.
As the battle sounds grew fiercer, Fu Lin followed the noise and came to a small path. After descending a few stone steps, a wave of heat rushed toward him.
Once the heat dissipated, he saw Mobius already locked in combat with Kalpas. Without hesitation, he took out some sunflower seeds from his system space and sat on the steps.
"Hahahaha! Mobius, good! You are looking for 'death'!"
"Hahahaha! Struggle with all your might! Hahahaha! Until I burn you to ashes, leaving not even a scale behind! Hahahahahaha!"
"Hiss! As expected of Master Kalpas, he would definitely get along with Fu Shi. They might even fight to the death together."
Listening to Kalpas's roars, Fu Lin felt his blood boil. If his strength allowed, he would have jumped in to exchange some blows with Kalpas himself.
The battle was fierce but short-lived, ending quickly. Fu Lin felt a bit unsatisfied and casually discarded the sunflower seed shells in his hand.
However, he didn't approach recklessly, as Kalpas was still clearly burning with anger.
Clenching his fists, Kalpas glared at Mobius, who was dodging and evading, his rage reaching a boiling point. He roared,
"Come on, keep going, Mobius!" (Literal "fire of rage" moment)
Mobius, looking at the furious and gritted-teeth Kalpas, sneered, "Hah... This is exactly why I hate you. You only know violence—how are you any different from a wild animal?"
Kalpas laughed wildly, raised his hand, and taunted coldly, "Hahaha... The feeling of killing you last time is still fresh in my memory. Do you want to experience it again, hmm?"
Mobius chuckled mockingly, looking at Kalpas with disdain, "Last time? That was merely part of an experiment. Do you really think I would waste my time playing with you?"
"Or... is it that this unfamiliar Elysium we find ourselves in... has given you different thoughts, Kalpas?"