That was right. The woman standing before him was none other than Pregnant Angel Lorraine, whom he had encountered in the Angel Dungeon.
Of course, it was only the poor woman's body.
By the time she had looked directly into the mirror of the Angel's Oath, her own will had already been snuffed out by the fetus in her womb.
In theory, all that remained was a walking cradle.
That was why Fu Qian had just said the little one lacked patience.
The one who had paid him this rather impolite visit was the fetus, which had finally developed a will of its own thanks to the catalyst of his pregnancy-preserving bullet.
As for why it had come, naturally, it was because of the little provocation he had left behind before departing.
Of the people at the table in the corner he had glanced at last, the other two besides the one before him were also familiar faces: Elina and Cross, the Saintess-and-Hammer duo.
It seemed that before the Angel Dungeon had been completely concealed, all three had not only escaped safely but had even formed a peculiar team, roaming the wasteland together.
Lorraine's Son was undoubtedly the most powerful of them.
Though it had fallen from its former state of purity, like a saint's, the power it displayed was, in Fu Qian's view, at least demigod-level.
Its mind was another matter.
The moment it had entered just now, it hadn't turned around, but a subtle yet direct scrutiny had locked onto him, like a young beast fixing its gaze on prey.
If Elina hadn't been keeping it in check, it probably would have done more.
The fact that this trio was interested in the legendary Ancient Dragon's Blessing clearly added some important variables to how things might unfold.