Surprised? Didn't see that coming?
As the old gentleman stood frozen, Fu Qian—forced to reveal his true face—curved his lips into a kindly smile.
This really was a top-tier opposition mission. He couldn't even have a cup of coffee without running into someone at this level.
Without a doubt, the frenzied scene in the café was the work of the man before him.
And this man wasn't just a transcendent. His rank was quite high, too—he felt like a Fourth Order.
Of course, that was precisely why the old gentleman looked so thoroughly frightened.
With a one-rank gap between them, the loss of his mask, and Fu Qian no longer making any effort to conceal himself, the old gentleman should have been able to sense a trace of divinity.
"Name?"
A moment later, Fu Qian blinked and asked the question in a gentle tone.
Unfortunately, the old gentleman, caught between shock and surprise, clearly wasn't keen to talk.
The instant he came to his senses, his first reaction was to open his mouth wide and let out a soundless shriek.
The shriek was clearly aimed at Fu Qian alone. In an instant, a storm erupted in Fu Qian's mind, battering and tearing at his consciousness.
Quite a fierce mental attack.
Fu Qian praised the technique, though it didn't surprise him.
The plague-like spread of the revelry made it clear that the old gentleman was skilled in this area. In simple terms, he was a Mental System specialist.
Though the move was fierce, the old gentleman clearly didn't expect it to take down a demigod. He was only trying to buy time and create an opportunity to escape.
So after the shriek, he fled almost without hesitation, trying to use the sliver of advantage he'd gained to escape this unexpected peril.