"So have they now reverted back to existing in higher dimensions?"
Although he had some understanding in his heart, considering the current state, Fu Qian did not attempt anything impulsive and instead continued to inquire.
"Normally, yes."
Unfortunately, the usually straightforward Pontiff responded to this question with a sly smile, playing the role of a riddler.
"We're here."
Before the Temple Knight could protest, she had already stopped, gesturing forward while she asked a question.
"Does it look familiar?"
"Of course, I've even worked night shifts here!"
Fu Qian looked at the square in front of him and the familiar building in the distance, answering with utmost confidence.
This was undoubtedly the first stop of the Hurricane Rescue, the art gallery where he manifested as a worm.
Although a bit different from ancient Leytin, the fundamental features remained unchanged, and Fu Qian could even instantly draw its structural diagram in his mind.
