A demigod who'd been promoted decades ago?
That was an absurdly long time to have been around!
After hearing Veil's description,
that was Fu Qian's first reaction.
According to what he'd learned earlier, in this world, anyone who broke through the fourth tier and became a high-ranking Transcendent could be called a demigod.
But demigods also had different levels. At the very least, they were divided into the first, second, and third tiers, and the gap between them was even greater than one might imagine.
So anyone who'd been a demigod for decades had strength that left plenty of room for the imagination.
The more he heard, the more dangerous it sounded. Someone like that had just died here, and so far, it had gone completely unnoticed—not even causing a ripple.
"If you're looking for Herom, I'm afraid that might be difficult."
Veil watched Fu Qian's expression and spoke carefully.
"Herom is basically a loner. He doesn't belong to any consortium or organization, and he doesn't serve the Federation. It's hard to confirm where he is."
"I've even heard that because of some things he's done, the Night Watchers have been keeping an eye on him for years.
"But his methods are subtle, and his whereabouts are hard to track. He's still active all over the place."
The more he heard, the more troublesome it sounded.
Even the Night Watchers were watching him?
Fu Qian's first thought was of the Execution Yan Group, where Su Gao worked.
From Veil's description, this man seemed extremely cautious.
A powerful, cunning, ruthless victim whose whereabouts were unknown.
From Veil's description, it was clear that no one knew Herom was dead yet, which meant he must have died very recently.
"Understood. Thanks for the warning."
Fu Qian politely thanked Veil for her kind warning.