Hong Qitian listened to Fang Qingyu’s clear and logical analysis, a hint of appreciation flashing in his cloudy old eyes.
This kid, not only has his power improved at an alarming rate, but his mind is also ticulous enough.
He picked up his teacup, gently blew on the steam, and did not imdiately respond, as if weighing sothing.
Fang Qingyu didn’t urge him, patiently waiting.
A mont later, Hong Qitian took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and finally spoke, his voice steady:
"Just wait."
"In a couple of days, I’ll send soone to find you."
"He will help you with your identity issue."
Fang Qingyu felt certain and nodded: "Alright."
With the matter settled, Fang Qingyu picked up his teacup and took a sip as well.
The tea was slightly astringent at first, then transford into a warm, gentle flow sliding into his stomach, leaving a fragrance on his lips and teeth, and a faint cooling sensation nourishing his spirit.
Good tea!
A hint of surprise flashed in Fang Qingyu’s eyes.
Hong Qitian watched Fang Qingyu drink tea, then looked at his calm face, which harbored incredible power, with a barely noticeable curiosity in his eyes, and asked:
"But... you’ve just broken through to Martial Arts Grandmaster, yet you’re eager to find that guy? Aren’t you afraid of flipping over?"
"That guy is very cautious, to the point of being extre, but that doesn’t an his combat strength is weak."
"No god who reincarnates successfully is simple. His spatial ability is unpredictable and hard to defend against. Normal martial artists of the sa tier are just fodder for him to kill in seconds. What’s more... you’re still a realm below him now."
Hong Qitian’s tone carried a reminder.
He admired Fang Qingyu’s confidence and courage but also knew well the indomitableness and danger of "Erosion."
Spatial ability, combined with the underpinning of a divine reincarnation, its danger far exceeds an ordinary Tier Three.
Fang Qingyu put down his teacup, his expression unchanged, as calm as water.
He nodded, his tone indifferent, yet carrying an undeniable certainty:
"I have the confidence."
He didn’t explain where his confidence ca from, the foundation of a Dragon Fist Grandmaster, the qualitative change of a three-star profession, the explosion of Dragon Transformation, the armor-breaking of Bone-Eroding Thunder, the certain kill of Abyssal Dragon Decree... these were his assurances.
But Fang Qingyu didn’t need to explain.
Hong Qitian looked into Fang Qingyu’s deep, calm eyes, without a hint of vanity or arrogance, and understood.
This kid is no reckless person; if he says he has confidence, he must truly have sothing to rely on.
"Alright, as long as you know what you’re doing." Hong Qitian said no more, he had confidence in his own judgnt, and his trust in Fang Qingyu was not unfounded.
And Fang Qingyu was thinking that in half a month, it would be the battle for the special squad quota of the Hidden Dragon Plan.
It’s best to settle this task before the competition to save trouble later.
The conversation ended here, all that needed to be explained had already been explained.
Seeing Fang Qingyu still sitting there, without any intention of getting up to leave, but instead leisurely refilling his tea, the old man’s eyebrows slightly raised, his eyes showing a hint of understanding and caution, he tentatively asked:
"Is there sothing else?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu’s lips slowly curved into an extrely "sincere" smile, his body leaning slightly forward, looking at Hong Qitian, speaking in a tone of "you know what I an":
"Now..."
"It’s ti to talk about Divine Arm..."
Before the word "ant" could be uttered!
A sudden change occurred!
Fang Qingyu only felt the space in front of him twist and blur sharply!
As if an invisible giant hand forcefully plucked him out of this space!
The voice of Hong Qitian, carrying a hint of disgruntledness, seed to co from a distant place, clearly drilling into his mind:
"... soday soone will go to the Pocket World Blessed Land to find you!"
"About the Divine Armant... talk after you’ve completed the task!"
As the voice fell.
The scene before him reassembled like shattered glass!
The noise of the bustling comrcial street outside the ancient street, mixed with car horns, store music, and the chatter of pedestrians, surged into his ears like a tide!
Blinding sunlight fell on his body.
Fang Qingyu fixed his gaze.
He found himself standing right in the center of the bustling comrcial pedestrian street outside the ancient street entrance!
Surrounded by bustling crowds, many people were looking at this young man who suddenly appeared in the middle of the street, with curiosity, confusion, and even a bit as if watching a lunatic, maintaining a slightly leaned forward posture, as if talking to soone.
Fang Qingyu: "..."
He maintained that slightly forward-leaning posture, standing stiffly in place for two seconds.
Feeling the variety of gazes cast around him, and the imnse power within him belonging to the Three-star Dragon Fist Master...
Fang Qingyu slowly stood upright.
On that cold, hard face, the corner of his mouth twitched imperceptibly.
Then, the "sincere" smile just displayed in front of Hong Qitian did not disappear but instead slowly broadened.
Finally turning into an extrely bright, with a sowhat triumphant curve.
If last ti Hong Qitian’s attitude was "hopeful."
Then this ti...
"Succeeded."
Fang Qingyu murmured to himself, his tone assertive, with a hint of unabashed joy.
Finally, he took one last look at that quiet alley deep in the old street.
Then, Fang Qingyu turned, stepping lightly.
Seamlessly lding into the bustling crowd.
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