How could you visit a reclusive master without being polite?
The biggest advantage for me was that this really was just a visit.
I wasn't planning to kill anyone and seize their treasures, much less ask anyone to come out of seclusion.
After dispelling his concealment, Fu Qian wasn't entirely sure his sincerity had gotten through. But the moment he paid his respects at the thatched cottage, he received a hefty dose of malice.
Was this... seriously disgusting?
Fu Qian had witnessed plenty of things that challenged the imagination, but this still broadened his horizons.
It wasn't some fermented slurry of excrement. It was a concept beyond the basic senses, as if it skipped every step and poured the urge to vomit straight into his brain.
Fu Qian even believed the more sensitive one's perceptions, the stronger the reaction. An ordinary person might only think the seawater looked a little murky.
But how could a few minor obstacles stand in the way of a steadfast heart devoted to the Way?
Without wasting even a second, Fu Qian stepped forward, savoring every detail of the disgust.
In the process, a pair of flippers quickly sprouted from his bare feet, as a sign of respect.
Where there was a will, there was a way. Before he'd taken seven steps, Fu Qian found a hint of coolness amid the murk, like mint in a cesspit.
Guided by this peculiar perception, his body moved back and forth through the empty water, turning this way and that along a bizarre route.
When he stopped, his hand seemed to touch a transparent barrier hidden beneath the water.
What a marvelous method of concealment. The Sea of Ashes truly was a blessed place.
With a sigh of admiration, Fu Qian gave it a push.
At his