Who the hell are you?
Fu Qian looked at the man in front of him, who was visibly excited.
With a white clerical collar, shirt, trousers, and a brown robe, he looked every bit the priest—especially if he'd been holding a book.
The reactions of the people around them made it clear that the priest commanded considerable respect here.
At the priest's sudden exclamation, Fu Qian felt everyone's gaze on him turn feverishly intense.
"Is it really Dragon Feast? A sequence that's been gone for decades?"
The woman in the trench coat looked at the priest, her expression so grave it was almost frightening.
"Trust me, Duchess. There's no mistake. Fine blue circular scales, starting on the limbs and torso..."
The priest's voice trembled.
"After all these years, a sequence has finally returned!"
Hiss!
The woman in the trench coat, whom they had called the Duchess, drew a deep breath.
"I think we'd better make sure first. We don't want to get our hopes up for nothing."
"Mm!"
The priest nodded firmly, gazing at Fu Qian with fervent enthusiasm. His tone left no room for argument as he beckoned.
"Please, come with me."
Dragon Feast? Sequence? Returned?
Escorted by the Duchess and her people, Fu Qian followed the priest onward, inexplicably reminded of that famous line about the three-year deadline having arrived.
Though he'd only caught a few words, he could just about piece together what was going on.
"Sequence" seemed to refer to different types of power, and the one he had awakened was one of them. It was called Dragon Feast.
From what the priest had said, this sequence hadn't appeared for decades. It was a rare thing.
His awakening had brought back this lost sequence, and they were extremely excited about it.
The priest seemed to have