"How can you tell it's still early? Just because you've just eaten?"
Unfortunately, Lord Reginald was visibly in a bad mood, and his response to Fu Qian's greeting carried the air of someone overtaken by obsessive logic.
Of course, even so, Fu Qian could still somewhat deduce the underlying meaning.
First, the fact that the other had clearly been awake all night left no room for the notion of early rising.
Second, due to events he had set in motion, The Sect had evidently been quite animated on their end.
From the Hunters to them, though a small window of time had passed, the shifts in strategy this represented went far beyond the comprehension of the clueless participants caught in the middle.
This was, of course, from Lord Reginald's perspective, one tainted by a lack of information, inevitably leading to somewhat one-sided judgments.
Strictly speaking on logic alone, he wasn't exactly adept either.
"Maybe because none of you have eaten?"
