Chapter 1093: Chapter 1091: Dragon Summit Inn (15)
Indeed, the worldly society is teeming with many a bizarre character!
The landlady’s deanor was incredibly normal; had it not been for Fu Qian’s absolute control within the Clear Dream Ring, he might not have realized this.
No wonder a sage once said that when wandering through the worldly society, one should especially avoid provoking the elderly, children, and won.
Nevertheless, his conversation with the landlady had been under close attention throughout.
Judging from the reactions of the surrounding tavern patrons, no one showed any peculiar reaction to her statent that she “never enters the blessings,” so it’s likely that the landlady was telling the truth.
However, Fu Qian’s mission seed to be within those blessings, and just that alone seed to rule out any relevance she might have.
In any case, it wouldn’t hurt to first witness the glory of the ancient dragon faith and mingle with the heroes.
…
This was no longer like dragging a small mountain; it felt more like walking inside one.
The resplendent light was within reach; Fu Qian stopped in his tracks to consolidate his experiences along the way.
This Extraordinary Item called Anchor truly lived up to its na; its intense restraint seed not sothing that even limb regeneration could escape from, at least intuitively.
Of course, for Fu Qian, if he truly wanted to escape, there would still be many ways, but there was no need for it now.
An enigmatic and powerful figure with formidable strength standing out in such a place was just too conspicuous.
A powerful but dimwitted and bound madman was relatively less likely to provoke wariness.
The next mont, with the anchor in hand, he stepped into the clear atmosphere of the kingdom on earth before his eyes.
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It truly had a reminiscent glow of bygone days!
Seemingly crossing a special barrier, the bright yet non-blinding light filled his field of vision.
Even though there was no sight of the sun, the light and solemn atmosphere was like an evening basked in the sunset’s glow.
Most importantly, what lay before him no longer resembled ruins.
Under the perating radiance, a series of majestic buildings stretched out before him.
For a faith to flourish to such a degree, the legendary Dragon God must possess quite staggering prowess.
Even for soone as experienced and knowledgeable as Fu Qian, he couldn’t help but admire such a sight deeply.
At the sa ti, he could better understand why Old Master Tieer made such a decision.
In such a vast place, a three-person team aiming to discreetly collect sothing could indeed face little risk if not terribly unlucky.
Not to ntion the two recognized powers, who were likely to adopt a conservative strategy due to earlier incidents.
Regrettably for himself, this wasn’t particularly good news.
How was he to find the Oath Abandoner, shining like the Star of Death, in such an imnse space?
With this profound question in mind, Fu Qian walked with ease through this landscape from perhaps a thousand years ago.
Temporarily, there were no traces of living beings; his senses were affected, and beyond a short distance, all was chaos.
The scenes before him did not seem continuous but were disjointly patched together, sowhat reminiscent of the Goddess of Sin and Punishnt.
Also, whether it was the style of architecture or the emblems seen everywhere, they were consistent with the small tavern he had just visited, confirming their heritage.
Snap!
In the midst of assessnt, Fu Qian suddenly quickened his step, crossing a misaligned step.
This move also caused the resistance from the Anchor to suddenly more than double.
And following his actions, at the very spot where he had just stood, a drop of dazzling golden liquid fell from the sky and shattered into a blurry halo.
Had it not been for his acceleration, it would have likely landed straight on him.
Of course, this was just the beginning; more drops of golden liquid, like sparse rain, had already enveloped the entire area.
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It was an extrely pure form of power; its specific effects were undetermined for the mont.
Silently assessing this sudden occurrence, Fu Qian’s steps slowed again, and with a clever angle, he shifted out of the path of the raindrops.
While the rain might not necessarily have adverse effects, there was no need for it to drench him for the ti being.
Of course, the simplest way to avoid the rain would be to kick open the door beside him and seek shelter inside.
After all, it seed evident that the substance couldn’t penetrate walls.
But would a supre expert really do that?
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In the following few minutes, relying on perfect control over every shred of his flesh, Fu Qian abruptly halted and maneuvered in a rhythm that almost violated the laws of physics.
His unpredictable movents, if witnessed by a true martial artist, may have warranted so psychological counseling to prevent loss of control.
Yet, these actions enabled him to weave through the sparse rain without a mont’s hindrance.
He had even realized the source of this rain: above his head, clouds suddenly gathered, forming a river up in the sky.
Indeed, not so conceited shape of clouds, but a boundless expanse of golden liquid, translucent as amber.
The surging movent even showed frothing waves.
It was like the legendary Celestial River inverted above his head.
Could it be that he was fortunate and a giant dragon from the legends would swim out from it montarily?
Or was this a regular occurrence?
Difficult to confirm on a first visit, perhaps it was better to ask soone.
The next mont, Fu Qian stepped to the side, standing before a bronze door and knocking on it.
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Waiting always seems long, but fortunately, the person inside was quite courteous.
After about five seconds, the bronze door’s intricate lock sounded, and amidst the heavy movent, Old Master Tieer’s stern face peered out from a gap the width of a person.
“May I co in to take shelter from the rain?”
Even without directly entering, Fu Qian’s face was all smiles, the epito of politeness.
Do you even look like you need to shelter from the rain?
The bronze door parted further, and beside Old Master Tieer, Nora too curiously poked her head out with a peculiar expression.
When compared to Tieer, her control over her expression was clearly lacking.
While she remained silent, her look alone indicated that the team had indeed admired the display of unrivaled mastery through the window just before.
“Of course, Mr. Lu, please co in.”
Tieer, a straightforward man, refrained from asking tedious questions and, after giving Fu Qian a deep look, gestured for him to enter, making room.
“Thank you.”
Fu Qian’s smile remained, but as he was expressing his gratitude, his brow furrowed, and instead of entering, he reached out with a twisting motion.
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Perhaps it was the overly impactful impression from earlier, but this action almost triggered a reflex from the three inside the house.
Nevertheless, barely maintaining composure, they quickly realized that Fu Qian’s target was not them but sothing still amidst the unceasing rain.
And in the blink of an eye, his hand was withdrawn.
A glance revealed that sothing bright and shiny was clamped between his index and middle finger.
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