In fact, the visitor arrived even sooner than expected.
After successfully setting the whole crowd alight and sending the audience's enthusiasm through the roof, Fu Qian had an unwelcome guest knock on his door that very night.
Fu Qian went to answer it and found an old man in gray standing outside.
"Hello, Mr. Fu."
The visitor was completely enveloped in a loose robe. He had no eyebrows, beard, or hair, and a mysterious smile played across his deeply wrinkled face.
"I'm Lu Ming. Would you care to join me for a tour of the islands?"
A tour of the islands?
Fu Qian glanced down at the man's right hand, hidden beneath his broad sleeve.
It was wrapped up tight, but its shape was clearly wrong. Most likely, it wasn't the original.
"Sure."
Seeing how readily Fu Qian agreed, Lu Ming chuckled and immediately turned to lead the way.
A boat was already waiting by the island. Fu Qian followed Lu Ming aboard.
"Mr. Fu was impressive out there today. You certainly left an impression."
Once they were seated, the boatman began rowing without a word. Lu Ming smiled and spoke first.
"Our people were rather impolite yesterday. I came today mainly to apologize."
Your people? Fu Qian thought for a moment.
"The Rebirth Club?"
"That's right. I told them to invite you, Mr. Fu. I didn't expect things to turn unpleasant afterward."
"I wouldn't call it unpleasant. Just a little boring."
"Boring?"
Lu Ming looked at Fu Qian.
"Do you also believe limb grafting is a misguided path, Mr. Fu?"
"It's the sort of question that could fuel hundreds of debates. There's no easy answer."
Fu Qian shook his head.
"Speaking personally, I find it pretty interesting. It just doesn't appeal to me."
"I understand. Your strength is extraordinary,