"Damn it, Fang is born with extraordinary talent and blessed with good fortune. What fortune isn't meant for me?"
The owner of the tail had actually deigned not to play dumb. Fu Qian was greatly heartened, and vowed to demand an explanation for his accursed potential.
Boom!
As it turned out, he got his explanation—just not in words.
Before he could say another word, the long tail lashed down at the spot where he had been standing.
So it really wasn't an ordinary tail. It could stretch that far?
Fu Qian had only managed to dodge less than half a meter away. He stared at the dazzling chain and marveled.
At that length, the structure of the colorful beads strung together was all the more apparent. This thing really didn't look like part of a normal creature.
Of course, what was even more shocking was the giant tree crashing down behind him.
The Sea of Ashes' creations were absurdly sturdy, yet one lash had violently chopped down an entire row of them.
The force of that strike, combined with the fleeting clarity of his perception just then, gave Fu Qian a hunch about something.
A deity's emissary, of all things. My respects!
A moment ago, he'd thought it was far too conspicuous to sing at the top of one's lungs in such a dangerous place. But now it seemed that a dignified deity's emissary could lie at home and hum a tune without it being the least bit unusual.
"I never expected there to be someone of your caliber in such a savage land. All my efforts have been worthwhile."
With that thought, Fu Qian laughed aloud and saluted with one hand.
It wasn't the arrogance of one high-level transcendent toward another. His other hand was still recovering.
That was