This place really loves thunderstorms. Could this be the reason for such a forbidden taboo?
To this day, Fu Qian has effortlessly unleashed the Calamity Eye, although the specific form still remains quite random.
The sudden change was, of course, his doing.
Anyone seeing an elderly scholar remaining humble in pursuit of knowledge despite his age being rudely turned away would undoubtedly feel furious.
Although the elderly gentleman even withheld his own na, why would Lord Anke care about common matters when promises given to the forr have always been true?
Now it is the era of openness, and arrogance such as this must be punished.
What Fu Qian did was simple: he directly targeted that ancient building and unleashed the Power of Calamity belonging to the Tyrant.
To be fair, the building is quite sturdy; you can even see it equipped with lightning rods.
Unfortunately, the manifested form of this calamity clearly surpassed the ordinary realm.
Connecting heaven and earth, lightning tinged with blue and red carried the montum of destruction.
Before this Transcendent power, which even ordinary people can faintly sense, trivial safety asures prove futile.
The private club instantly received enlightennt, beginning to reveal a welcoming and open posture.
Although people inside and out seem not quite able to adapt to this rapid pace of progress.
The building still sways while the doorman who had just declined the elderly gentleman now appeared almost petrified.
Yet Sanhao, gazing at him through the window, hadn’t even managed to savor the delight before awkwardly turning his head to look over.
Are you ready to bear all consequences of opening Pandora’s box...
The words heard before making the decision were thunderous at this mont.
And even until now, the mysterious "Wang" remained seated amongst the crowd watching the excitent, not showing the slightest surprise, even boldly raising a glass towards us.
...
Bang!
Sadly, Sanhao has little ti for reflection.
Amidst the sound of impact, more than one person rushed out from inside the building, the door violently swung open.
Though it was still early, the club seed quite lively.
They were all male, appearing quite proper without any indecency.
And once they erged along with the doorman, soon, four people had tightly encircled Mr. Sanhao Sr.
It’s a normal reaction; perhaps there’s no evidence, but the sudden lightning and the person before them—timing was excessively coincidental.
"I don’t know what happened."
Facing such montum, Mr. Sanhao Sr. was forced to turn back, observing while explaining.
Being a person of the Supernatural Realm, so unusual circumstances made him rapidly calm down.
He didn’t imdiately betray the master who guided him, even trying not to draw attention to his previous backward glance.
It may not be out of loyalty; the term "old Wang" is extrely enigmatic and unsettling. Coupled with those prophetic behaviors earlier, even wanting to divert trouble requires cautious deliberation.
On the other hand, if it’s not a prophet but a re prank, it’s actually more terrifying—if the lightning was summoned by the other party, doesn’t it an it could strike him any mont?
Considering personal safety, it’s best to wait.
What’s more, no matter what, the goal has already been achieved.
Empathizing with Mr. Sanhao Sr.’s inner thoughts, Fu Qian was quite relieved to find that a conflict didn’t break out over there.
Not only that, facing the elderly gentleman’s self-explanation, the gentlen who rushed out did not question after looking at each other, instead making gestures resembling an invitation.
Of course, not back into the hazardous building but swiftly leaving in a vehicle led by one of them, leaving the doorman to take care of the aftermath.
Before departing, Mr. Sanhao Sr. clearly glanced over here.
Sadly, there’s nothing special to gain; the "old Wang" continued sitting in the sa spot, like an outsider who has just advised on the opportunity.
...
I told you reporting it is useless; their response efficiency is truly not optimal.
After helping the elderly gentleman make an entry, Fu Qian didn’t rush to follow but instead ordered a new flavor of folk drink, maintaining the image of an outsider.
Though no fire broke out, such a huge movent ultimately drew a local police response.
A vehicle suitable for maneuvering in the alleys arrived rather late after the crowd had enjoyed quite a spectacle, sealing off the area struck by lightning.
Even so, it didn’t diminish the crowd’s enthusiasm.
The crowd didn’t disperse, and discussions were joyful over such an incident.
This shows it isn’t aid only at tourists; the style of the private club seems to have accumulated resentnt over ti.
As for why to do such a satisfying deed?
Naturally, it’s to help the elderly gentleman find a way to enter the Supernatural World of Lan Fyla.
Ultimately, proving highly effective.
The harmonious deanor of the group earlier is not solely due to respect for the elderly.
Fu Qian clearly knew that among the three people were two Transcendents.
Their ranking wasn’t high, but sufficient to confirm the elderly gentleman as a Transcendent too.
Everything goes without saying; the elderly gentleman has made significant progress on this journey.
As for why, after confirming it’s not an ordinary private club, didn’t rush to follow but stayed to watch the excitent?
Quite simply, it’s about having a broader perspective.
The elderly gentleman’s view is limited, but as professionals, we always know there’s another dinsion to the Supernatural World—the Night Watchman.
Would such commotion just now not attract them?
A figure, blending with the crowd and arriving earlier than the police, according to Fu Qian’s long-established experience, is 90% likely a mber of that foremost violent agency.
Additionally, but with a prudent posture not rushing to take control of the situation, one might faintly perceive the private club was under special attention.
If that’s true — you could say it’s an excellent entry point.
Tourists, clubs, local Transcendents, police, Supernatural Police—that thunderclap was remarkably sharp, directly slicing open a bloody cross-section of Lan Fyla, exposing a myriad of things.
Moreover, by waiting, not only observing more, the likelihood is great not to miss anything—
As expected, the suspected Night Watchman among spectators didn’t intend to contact the police, leaving the scene directly.
In response, Fu Qian wasted no ti, getting up to follow after finishing the drink.
Either to find Mr. Sanhao Sr. and the others or discover sothing more intriguing. Fu Qian believes this person won’t disappoint him.
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