When Tan Ying and the other woman returned, Fu Qian had already left.
His test was complete, and Tan Ying had received her payment. The deal was done, and what happened afterward was none of his concern.
What he had offered Tan Ying was merely an opportunity. Whatever conclusions she drew from it were entirely up to her.
That was only polite.
But Fu Qian didn't go home after leaving. Before long, he found a secluded spot nearby and activated the mark on his wrist.
Relaxing at home was nice, but it was still a bit noisy.
And practice made perfect; idleness bred ruin. With the sun still high, it was time to get back to work.
As soon as he entered the Warehouse, Fu Qian found the Emissary Mask and casually put it on.
The scene shifted. He sat up in bed on the second floor of the bookstore and switched on the bedside lamp.
Hm?
After doing so, Fu Qian looked at his hand, then glanced up at the window.
The bright moon hung high, stars twinkled in the sky—a night darker than darkness itself.
There had been a lot of strange things happening lately!
Had time in the two worlds fallen out of sync?
Or maybe it hadn't?
This habit of explaining every strange occurrence with some highly unlikely, entropy-defying answer needed to be cured.
There were plenty of more reasonable explanations than something so far-fetched!
Fu Qian climbed out of bed without a change in expression.
Illusions, dreams, tricks of the eye—he'd just pulled off something similar himself. How could he be fooled so easily?
The floorboards creaked beneath his feet as Fu Qian made his way downstairs.
The bookstore's first floor was naturally empty, with only a few bookshelves standing in the shadows.
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