Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1420 - 1418: Behind-the-Scenes Figures’ Interaction

Chapter 1420: Chapter 1418: Behind-the-Scenes Figures’ Interaction

Early morning, a corner of a lane in Shangjing.

"You’re okay, that’s really great!"

Wen Li, who intruded into the shop even before it opened, walked straight to the front, unabashedly expressing her relief.

Unlike usual, she was dressed in a long sleeve shirt and pants that were clearly suited for action.

Considering her appearance at the bookstore so early, one couldn’t dismiss the possibility that she had been guarding it since the previous brainwashing incident.

Miss, I know people love to hear auspicious words these days, but isn’t "okay" a bit exaggerated?

And her long-lost greeting made Fu Qian reassess his own condition once again.

All his items and abilities were intact, no problem.

But the thing in his right eye socket could only be described as a sphere for now.

Meanwhile, there wasn’t even a prosthetic on his left arm.

This level of injury didn’t remotely align with "okay."

However, regarding the diligent Miss Wen who had rendered great service, Fu Qian didn’t bore himself by playing word games, and immediately nodded slightly as a gesture to invite her to sit down.

"Thank you for your help, much appreciated."

As for her constant stare at him, with an increasingly bizarre look, he was equally understanding—after all, who wears armor early in the morning?

It was glinting, like an armor made of countless tiny mirrors.

It seemed to shift and change as if it possessed life, radiating enchanting and mesmerizing light, capturing one’s soul.

There was no helping it, Miss Wen had arrived too quickly.

Almost the moment he returned, Fu Qian sensed the commotion below—Wen Li’s aura was suddenly in disarray.

Even though he hadn’t specifically concealed himself, it was evident that her attention was highly focused.

Grateful for her concern, the downside was he had no time to find clothes to put on.

Finally, Fu Qian casually transformed his flesh and blood into something styled after Lord Ballard of the Unseen Hillock.

...

"For me, it was a rare opportunity for practice as well."

Faced with the Grand Fate Ming Emperor’s gratitude, Wen Li finally shifted her gaze from the glittering sight, covered her mouth with a light laugh, signaling that the courtesy was unnecessary.

"The greatest worry was misinterpreting intentions; it would be troublesome if I accidentally messed things up."

If such a situation occurred, Tyler would be in the most trouble.

Upon hearing this, Fu Qian mused inwardly.

For me, opportunities can still be sought again, but Brother Tyler might not escape the fate of becoming Alarakir’s vessel.

"At least be confident in your own judgment, just like I have faith in yours."

Noting Miss Wen’s slightly strange smile, Fu Qian praised her generously while reaching to the side to fetch clothes to put on.

Regrettably, despite everything seeming unperturbed, Wen Li’s smile just grew more peculiar.

"Just felt you wouldn’t make such a boring joke, deliberately playing it backwards."

Under the Grand Fate Ming Emperor’s gaze, Wen Li realized her expression management had slightly slipped, quickly took a deep breath and shifted the topic seriously.

"However, after your help in leaving the dream, I took a little bit of time to verify the sequence once again."

As she said this, Wen Li’s gaze unconsciously fell on Fu Qian’s right face.

Clearly, the way he helped her leave was deeply memorable.

"Was there a Superior Being watching us during that situation?"

Miss Wen’s insight was indeed on point; she had obviously pondered deeply about the situation back then.

She even lowered her voice cautiously when asking this question.

"Yes, its ranking was very high, but there’s no need to worry, it can’t hear us, as that being is currently and will remain in confinement for a long time."

Fu Qian confirmed her judgment and indicated that she shouldn’t be anxious; that guy has no chance of striking you with Lei.

Of course, even so, he didn’t directly mention the name Alarakir.

After all, it’s a Superior Being; although securely confined, one never knows what side effects might arise from repeating its name too often.

Even if it can’t penetrate into the real world, accidentally being drawn into its dream wouldn’t be pleasant to think about.

...

"Then I can be at ease."

Without deliberately posing as fearless, Wen Li gently placed a hand on her chest and began to recount the situation during the operation.

"Indeed, just as you mentioned, Tyler, who wasn’t restricted in movement, left his residence the moment night fell, and appeared very wary, not wanting to be followed."

"He was also very familiar with Jiang En’s situation, heading straight to where the latter currently resides."

The vigilance wasn’t surprising; the recent experience of that young Vampire must have left a lasting impression.

As for familiarity, needless to say, Jiang En’s residence was where Tyler himself had informed her.

Your opponent will always understand you the best.

One can fully picture Brother Tyler’s heroic pursuit of the truth, Fu Qian nodded slightly, signaling Wen Li to continue.

"Jiang En was much more normal, at least in my view, he seemed genuinely unaware of what Tyler mentioned."

"But he might not have been willing to express that, right?"

"Hmm, his view of this old rival was clearly average, and it appeared his mood wasn’t too good."

Wen Li seemed accustomed to the Grand Fate Ming Emperor’s precise judgments.

"Though Tyler tried hard to conceal it, his probing was soon detected, making Jiang En’s attitude suddenly become ambiguous."

"Later, I did some guidance as you instructed, keeping him honest... primarily because what Tyler mentioned was too far-fetched!"

Wen Li brushed over her own contributions, seemingly recalling certain prior discussions and looking puzzled.

As the supporter of the equipment birthed by the Grand Fate Ming Emperor, witnessing Brother Tyler’s pursuit of truth, she couldn’t help but feel like a manipulator behind the scenes.

"Then what was Tyler’s reaction?"

Fu Qian was quite cooperative, timely asking.

"Jiang En’s denial was rather intense, which ironically encouraged him. When words failed, Tyler pretended to leave, but soon sneaked back wearing a cloak."

Recollecting with a pensive gaze, Wen Li gestured in the air with her fingers.

"He quietly left a pattern in Jiang En’s residence, clearly focusing on Jiang En’s reaction."

Indeed, it was our insignia.

Though gestured into the air, Wen Li’s actions were precise, and Fu Qian instantly confirmed it was the symbol of the Abandonment King, without any mistakes.

"So how did Jiang En react?"

"He seemed rather indifferent, at least after Tyler truly left and I lifted the influence, that’s how it appeared."

"Afterwards, I thought of monitoring Tyler’s situation and didn’t stay long before leaving. Could Jiang En be pretending?"

"No."

Addressing Wen Li’s meticulous concerns, Fu Qian shook his head decisively once more.

The reason for this judgment was simple; among the loud voices in his consciousness, that one was noticeably absent.