Strength was always the best way to earn respect.
On the way back, none of the members of the special forces came to bother Fu Qian and Ji Liushuang with any questions.
Even though they were filled with shock and confusion.
A demigod who clearly relied primarily on Flesh and Blood Power had been pounded into a bloody pulp, escaping with only his head—and it even sounded like he might have been deliberately let go.
For a moment, even Ji Tong's expression turned grim.
Clearly, even for him, that would have been a highly challenging feat.
And then there were those words: "Flesh is weak, but flesh can ascend."
Without comparison, there was no harm. Although both seemed to rely on Flesh and Blood Power, Andir was far more formidable, with one trick after another. He fit the legendary image of someone who had pieced together Supernatural Power to a tee.
Even his opponent had acknowledged that.
So had a fake really run into the original?
But if it was true, wouldn't that mean Ji Liushuang held an absurdly high position in the Rebirth Club?
Fu Qian, who had gained quite a bit, didn't care in the slightest about the group's complicated thoughts.
After changing into the clothes Ji Liushuang had bought for him, so he wouldn't scare the passersby, the two headed back at an unhurried pace.
Perhaps to maintain her persona, Ji Liushuang didn't say much along the way, but she seemed to be in a good mood.
"So, was there an ancestor of yours named Ji Feng?"
With that in mind, Fu Qian casually asked about something that had just occurred to him.
Ji Feng?
It was clear that Liushuang had tried hard to think of an answer, but in the end, she still shook her