Hi!
Having barged in and disturbed someone, Fu Qian apologized sincerely while staying in character, then greeted her elegantly.
Unfortunately, given his current appearance, his goodwill clearly wasn't getting through.
"Who's there?!"
After her initial shock, the woman he'd startled reacted violently. She spun around and snatched up a strangely shaped brass-colored pistol, aiming it at him.
"Don't be nervous. If you don't sleep properly at night, you might see things that shouldn't be there."
Fu Qian casually tried to reassure her, unfazed by her hostility.
We vampires were reasonable. First of all, the door to this little room was shut tight, and he'd been the one to barge in.
Second, the woman he'd startled was clearly in a somewhat unusual situation.
The black robe she should have been wearing was hanging off to one side. The woman gazing up at the stars was stark naked, displaying a devotion that was almost disarmingly candid.
Anyone caught like that might understandably react a little more strongly.
Strictly speaking, though, she wasn't completely naked. She was at least wearing the gorgeous shawl unique to her cult.
Boom!
Unfortunately, she neither understood Fu Qian's understanding nor gave him time to offer any more soothing words.
With a muffled bang, brilliant blue flames engulfed the area around Fu Qian—twice.
By the time the flames died down, not a trace of blood mist remained in the cramped meditation room.
This really was incredible.
Looking at the old man staring at him with wide, tigerlike eyes, Fu Qian marveled inwardly, confirming his earlier guess.
The man wasn't dressed indecently, of course, and he hadn't screamed in surprise, but that wasn't the point.
The attack just now hadn't harmed Fu Qian in the slightest, because in that instant, he'd used a special method to travel here.