Huh?
Even Fu Qian hadn't expected that sudden voice.
He was certain the voice had come from within his own consciousness and had nothing to do with Gan Zuoxun, who was nearby.
It was a woman's voice, and for some reason, it even sounded a little familiar.
Fu Qian lowered his head thoughtfully. In just a few seconds, the skin on his hand had turned pale and dull, and his very presence seemed to have weakened along with it.
Fu Qian wasn't surprised.
He had already experienced the Loss of Color Curse twice before.
But he wasn't sure if it was because he had ascended to demigod, but the sense of rejection was much clearer than before.
As he pondered this, Fu Qian faintly sensed something unusual. The light before him seemed to have grown brighter.
Realizing something, Fu Qian looked up. Beside the sun, now reduced to a single ring, a dusky blue moon had appeared.
This... was a little too fantastical, wasn't it?
Even with the sun obscured, the light was far too bright to be normal.
Under the full moon's glow, dusky blue light bathed the surroundings in a dreamlike haze.
"Heh heh!"
The voice sounded in his ear again, this time with a soft laugh.
"Who are you?"
Fu Qian was trying to place the familiar voice when someone behind him shouted a question.
He'd been so focused that he hadn't even noticed anyone approaching.
Fu Qian slowly turned around and found himself surrounded by a group of people. At their head was a familiar face—Daria.
And beside her stood someone with a face exactly like his own.
"Why did you disguise yourself as a guard and sneak in here?"
Daria's expression was sterner than he had ever seen. She first fixed him with a cold