The Return Edict, an ability said to let one's mind remain untouched by anything outside oneself, had already been proven to dispel certain gazes from Higher Beings.
Of course, Fu Qian wasn't sure it would still work against the blessing before him.
He'd decided to try it first because he could tell A'Long was clearly attempting something similar.
He clearly understood that this untimely infusion of power wouldn't help him fight a demigod. It would only hasten his death.
And a patient's willingness to cooperate had always been one of the most important factors in a medicine's efficacy.
As it turned out, the effect was only so-so.
With the Return Edict's help, A'Long gradually regained control of the situation in a relatively short time.
Before long, the fluttering Soul Butterflies had completely dispersed.
"Why are you helping me?"
A'Long's voice came, as expected, sounding slightly less tense.
"Considering the risk of exposure, you could have had your other self speak."
Fu Qian didn't answer right away. Instead, he helpfully offered a small reminder.
"...You wouldn't do me a favor for no reason. Aren't you worried I'll run?"
This time it was Sunny's voice. Clearly, A'Long had taken his advice.
"Not worried. Since you've come to pay your respects, I can hardly send you back empty-handed."
Fu Qian acted as though it wasn't worth making a fuss over.
"One more thing: once you leave my great hall, this blessing will disappear."
After all, the Return Edict only had a limited range.
"...Since when was this your great hall?"
Though she understood what Fu Qian meant, his utterly incongruous claim finally made Sunny speak up in protest.
"Oh? Then whose great hall is it?"
But after her retort, she heard him ask in the most natural tone.
Hesitation showed clearly on