He wanted to confirm his identity, but wasn't all that worried about whether he was really himself.
As he casually closed the door, Fu Qian came to that conclusion.
The reason was that he knew full well that what he'd just done was nowhere near enough to dispel these people's suspicions. They simply couldn't be sure there was something wrong with him.
In fact, that was exactly what Fu Qian wanted.
Once he'd realized something was amiss, testing how these people regarded a suspicious "Camus" had become more important than perfectly disguising himself for the operation.
After all, Fu Qian already knew what the operation entailed. Given how much Weihle trusted Camus, there wasn't much more information to gain.
So he might as well test just how much of the operation's details were actually true.
As it turned out, even though he was so suspicious, once they learned he knew about the Hunting Deities plan, they still hadn't decided to kill him just in case. They'd actually let him leave.
They'd even helped him lift the curse, though their method was a little suspicious.
Fu Qian hadn't smashed the little puppet with a punch just because he was contrary by nature.
In his view, Crow Feather's method might indeed have been able to lift the curse completely, but it could very well have had another effect at the same time: confirming whether he was really Camus.
If he followed every instruction when the method and tools were all provided by the other party, Fu Qian reckoned they'd have an extraordinary degree of control over his condition. Identifying his true identity shouldn't be difficult.
Since that would make it impossible to confirm their true attitude, Fu Qian had chosen to let the curse linger and leave them guessing.
As it