So his origins really were extraordinary!
Facing Levine's reaction, Fu Qian remained calm and quickly drew his own conclusion.
The other man probably hadn't recognized one of his aliases or anything like that. What had shocked him was likely the "skin" Fu Qian had put on.
Considering that the skin most likely belonged to some ancient god, the fact that Levine had recognized it at a glance proved that Fu Qian's earlier guess about him was probably close to the mark.
"Wait, how can you still be here? And even recover to this extent..."
Before Fu Qian could say anything, Levine was already frowning and muttering to himself.
"But there's no mistaking this aura... Today, everything feels wrong..."
"Indeed, something's wrong."
His remark struck a chord. Fu Qian looked out the window, his words carrying a hint of meaning.
He didn't ask the other man who he was supposed to be. Time was precious, for one thing, and asking might introduce more variables.
At all times, you had to focus on what mattered.
"Is that why you wanted a seat by the window?"
Levine didn't press him about his identity again. Instead, he looked outside with him.
"Is that one of your questions?"
After confirming that Levine had also noticed the changes brought by the Rainbow of Yao Bian, Fu Qian didn't rush to answer. Instead, he steered the conversation back to the main subject.
"It is. But I'll decide how many questions I ask in total."
Levine agreed with Fu Qian's interpretation. He even seriously leafed through the notebook in his hands before reiterating his point.
"Yes... That's what it says here."
He really wasn't quite right in the head. He barely seemed to have a complete personality.
Combined with the tone that had sounded like an ancient god's,