Bitter Fruit (Twenty-One)
It probably wasn't something as simple as a Tree Infant.
As he came downstairs, Fu Qian took one last look at the building, where a faint glimmer had finally appeared, and silently reached a conclusion.
Even after he had put this much distance between them, the crying had not let up at all. It felt exactly like it had the last time, at Ermu Mansion Palace.
But Fu Qian was inclined to think this wasn't some illusion created by a little thing following him.
Back then, the memoir's restrictions had kept him from even reaching demigod rank, so it was only natural that he hadn't sensed anything. But now, his abilities in that regard were completely unimpaired.
There really was nothing there. It was as if the Divine Son had merged with all of Akons in some special way, becoming an inherent part of it.
So it wasn't some little fellow who might jump out at any moment that hated him, but a "world will"?
What an honor. He hoped it would bring him even more surprises.
Unfortunately, the one who couldn't even be named—the "it"—still hadn't appeared.
That was right. Even after all that commotion just now, and deliberately walking through the darkness without a single light, Fu Qian still hadn't encountered that legend.
So negligent? Was that any way to live up to your reputation?
Though he grumbled inwardly, Fu Qian wasn't about to take things at face value. Instead, he racked his brains for an explanation.
Was he really that despised, or was there some other reason?
Of course, Fu Qian quickly dismissed his first guess, and his footsteps grew heavier.
"Excuse me..."
A moment later, at the edge of the town, a small figure emerged from behind a carriage leaning against a wall