Midnight Walking Corpses
Taking risks and getting something out of them wasn't the same as taking risks just for the sake of it.
Fu Qian had no doubt that if Su Gao endured the influence a little longer, she might be able to sense more through their connection.
But with something like corruption, one wrong moment could mean eternal ruin.
The Return Edict was a method he'd had in mind for a while. It had already proven capable of purging corruption before, and considering this was even a remastered, reworked version, it ought to help at least a little, right?
"It can. It should shorten the process considerably."
Su Demigod didn't mince words. After considering it for a few seconds, she gave an unequivocal answer, then fell silent and focused entirely on purging the corruption.
Even now, her skin still seemed to glow, while its texture kept shifting between flesh and something that wasn't flesh.
During the process, ripples like waves seemed to surge across her entire body, creating a strangely disorienting sight.
Of course, Fu Qian trusted her judgment. Since Su Gao said she could handle it, there was no need for him to do anything else.
Though the commotion was a little excessive.
Fu Qian turned his gaze from Su Gao to one side of the corridor.
The starlight was faint, and it was nearly midnight. The cordoned-off crime scene was undoubtedly shrouded in darkness.
That was even with the Angel Lord's death throes having increased the light passing through the entire building.
Yet the darkness wasn't as lifeless as it appeared—it was even more lifeless.
With his senses no longer obstructed, Fu Qian was quite certain that something was moving in a nearby corner.
There was a simple reason he described the scene as even more