Only a few seconds later, the black, white, and gray that had blanketed everything completely dissipated, and the surroundings returned to normal.
Amid a round of enthusiastic applause, a figure completely covered by a cloak walked up to a spot not far from Fu Qian and looked him up and down.
"What a shame. I rather liked this coat."
Fu Qian didn't pay him any attention at first. Instead, he lowered his head to look at his clothes.
That withered bone spear had pierced straight through his waist, leaving a huge hole in his thick overcoat.
"I have to say, you did even better than I expected!"
The man before him didn't seem to mind. He reached up, removed the hood from his head, and praised him.
"You flatter me. What should I call you?"
Fu Qian finished his inspection and looked up, offering a modest response.
The man looked to be in his thirties and was of average build. His pupils were as black as ink, giving him an eerily unfathomable air.
"Ji Yicheng."
The newcomer smiled as he introduced himself.
The Ji family?
No wonder he looked familiar. This man was probably related by blood to that Ji Ping fellow.
"So that just now... was a provocation?"
Fu Qian glanced toward where the monster had fallen, then pointed at the hole in his coat.
Before the other man could answer, he popped open the pistol's magazine, pointed the barrel upward, and let the cartridges clatter to the ground.
Then he took out some bullets and, right in front of the man, loaded them in one by one.
"Just a greeting. Of course, if you'd been too weak, you really would have died in there."
Watching Fu Qian's actions, Ji Yicheng's expression didn't change in the slightest as he