As the saying went, sincerity could move even stone.
Fu Qian's carefully prepared invitation had finally received a response.
On this moonlit night, atop the villa, the figure who had appeared practically radiated sophistication with every gesture, carrying himself like a mastermind.
Even his appearance was classically elegant.
His face was quite young, his build tall and straight, his complexion pale. His deep-set eyes flashed crimson as he glanced around, and he looked more than ninety percent like the Gulad family, old friends of Fu Qian's family.
If that weren't enough, a pair of broad bat wings beat and folded behind him.
The most eye-catching feature was the blood-red pattern formed by countless fine lines on the wings, but once the special effects were removed, their shape was almost identical.
A foreign branch of the Blood Clan?
Now that was a real surprise, and a fascinating one at that.
Fu Qian was even less inclined to regret tonight's consultation.
"What do you think of her condition?"
He pointed at the person in the other man's hand, then continued by inviting the second technician to give his opinion.
It was clear that the other man was somewhat overwhelmed by Fu Qian's enthusiastic insistence that he stay.
The proof was that he'd immediately stopped where he was, absolutely refusing to let Fu Qian see his back.
Now, faced with the lead physician's examination, he lowered his head with a grave expression and tossed Jian to the ground.
That was right. The patient who'd crawled out ahead of the others was now unconscious, dangling from his hand.
If he'd been any slower, Fu Qian might have had to chase him all the way to some castle lair.
Though that wouldn't have been entirely unacceptable.
"You're quite unusual."
After some thought, the