Without so experience of traveling, how can one dare to call themselves a person of the worldly society?
Such abilities suited for ambush, no matter how confused the long-haired demigod appeared at that mont, could not produce even a hint of deception.
And although taking it head-on with his chest seed fine, Fu Qian still felt that this approach had more visual impact.
"What... exactly are you?"
The opponent’s response was surprisingly fitting; the ambush was casually thwarted, and at that mont, the long-haired demigod’s originally gloomy face turned sowhat pale.
Of course, Fu Qian never lets self-satisfaction get the better of him; he knows the Grand Fate Ming Emperor’s reputation probably only influenced a very small part.
The change mainly occurred because the long-haired demigod instinctively retreated two steps closer to a white billboard.
"Are you sure you want to ask such a foolish question?"
Fu Qian, without any intention to reiterate those empty titles, only casually retorted to the shocked opponent.
"You may call , Lord."
It proves that the long-haired demigod indeed has so composure; confronting Fu Qian’s statent, he suddenly realized it was now his turn to introduce himself to keep the conversation going.
And indeed, in the style of the worldly society, after a brief hesitation, he only provided a bandit’s na.
But it doesn’t matter; everyone out here is seeking this effect.
No need to waste words, casually ntioning it achieves the effect of ’who in the world doesn’t know you’.
This is certainly not a friendly exchange; Fu Qian indicated that although he hadn’t t this person, the na did sound familiar.
Lord, a title that appeared in a certain speech by the deceased Ballard.
After being crushed by Fu Qian, and stubbornly repaired his head with his warhorse, Ballard had a conversation with the Spider Queen Akasha, indirectly contributing to the tense atmosphere Fu Qian had created.
The content was a caution from Prophet Yuan Fang.
Two demigods were suspected to have been killed by outsiders, and Lord was one of them.
...
"When did you start doing this? This isn’t your style."
The rank is unmistakable, the title matches, there shouldn’t be such a coincidental duplicate na incident.
At that mont, Fu Qian naturally identified the present person with the victim from that ti.
However, thus far, a word ntioned by Ballard sounded sowhat special—normally, one might assu those two were just hiding together planning so evil sche.
Clearly, for the partners in justice, the victims had a poor reputation, akin to super criminals.
As a result, after Ballard vanished, Lord actually engaged in similar justice-like acts?
"...It’s none of your business; have we t?"
Fu Qian’s slightly familiar way of asking indeed provoked a more intense reaction than the customary mutual admiration.
At that mont, Lord’s face couldn’t even be described as gloomy; amidst the questioning, he blatantly retreated two more steps.
As a High-level Extraordinary, being the superior in most situations, this behavior is quite normal—to quickly distance from situations beyond control.
"No."
Fu Qian honestly shook his head, then raised his hand to the void for a series of clicks.
Crack! Crack crack!
Once again ca the crisp consecutive breaking sounds, with three invisible attacks intercepted successfully.
"Choosing to distance from situations beyond control" is common sense, but also a mindset that can be exploited.
In such a situation, launching an ambush sees a higher success rate by several percentage points at least.
It’s proven, indeed, to be the despised Lord by Ballard, skilled in acting and ruthless in action, exhibiting no principle whatsoever.
With such characters rampant, Ballard’s life was indeed quite lively and colorful.
Additionally, it must be said... there’s a very persistent aura.
Even facing such threats, still wanting to seize the opportunity and take down the carriage devourer.
Indeed, this new ambush wasn’t aid at Fu Qian but sliced through a tricky arc, cutting towards that dying lump.
That’s why Fu Qian abandoned the Finger Snap Divine Power and used Air Bullet to intercept instead.
Its power certainly seed weaker than the big hamr just now, but don’t forget, the rescued carriage devourer’s blood bar was already close to depletion.
If it really hits, there’s still a good chance it might succeed.
"...What exactly are you trying to do?"
And at this mont, still unsuccessful, when Lord spoke again, his voice grew increasingly deep, with no deliberate expression of shock on his face.
...
Origins mysterious, intentions unclear, controlling the situation with re gestures, even after consecutively exposing deceit, showing no emotion.
Encountering such a character, indeed, it’s hard for anyone to relax.
Besides the change in deanor, Lord’s questions transitioned from "Who are you" to "What do you want to do," which seemingly reflects this realization.
At this point, it’s no longer a matter of whether the goal can be achieved, solely the ans displayed by the opponent make even considering escape require evaluating success rates.
"This was actually answered... to beco more familiar with this place."
Fu Qian sighed deeply, but didn’t haggle as generally would.
Even now, after several clashes with a demigod, the task prompt surprisingly hadn’t appeared.
Combining with so characteristics of the Unseen Hillock, it truly seems indicative of so ominous prophecy.
"It’s been so ti since I’ve been here; it seems there have been great changes. What happened?"
Examining the surroundings, for a mont Fu Qian’s phrasing grew more bold, even unabashedly revealing his outsider identity.
"Outsiders..."
Indeed, instantly grasped this point, yet Lord seed to have learned, not attempting to inquire further.
"Yes, so things have happened; the Prophet is dead."
Even facing consecutive sincerity, next mont he finally reciprocated, providing an explosive piece of information.
...
Yuan Fang is dead?
The "Prophet" of the Unseen Hillock, this title wasn’t unfamiliar to Fu Qian.
One could even say it was one of the roles he interacted most with last ti he was here.
That image of reclined in a chair with a big belly, more like a disgrace to the title of swindler, seed as if right before his eyes.
Yet the figure who appeared most closely connected to the Unseen Hillock went and died like that?
Back then, collaborating to diagnose Ji Feng, they even envisioned a new era together.
Facing the news brought by the Lord, Fu Qian couldn’t help but click his tongue in lant, profoundly acknowledging the impermanence of worldly affairs.
Additionally, it must be said, in the absence of any catastrophic external manifestation, an incident like "the Prophet is dead" truly counts as a dramatic shift for the Unseen Hillock.
Though it seed not to display any extraordinary combat power, a role capable of contacting High-tier Extraordinary individuals at any ti, even foreseeing the future, could practically be considered as having determined the ecological state of this place to a certain extent.
And now, everyone must adapt to an era without the Prophet.
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