Who else could it be?
Aside from the one who had been unwilling to show himself all this time—the one suspected to be an Ancient One—who else could interfere with someone's consciousness, disrupt their attacks, and even seize the opportunity to strike back?
And as for why he had attacked, Fu Qian had been telling the truth.
He wasn't sure whether it was really Brother Repentant or the one behind him pretending to be, but he had to find out.
The result had made any further pretense pointless. That was why the other man had asked so bluntly.
As for why the other man had decided Fu Qian suspected his identity rather than simply being bloodthirsty?
Simple. The reason was the same as how Fu Qian had survived his counterattack.
That knife hadn't been aimed at that spot to begin with.
How could a murderous man attack while already preparing for a miss, then evade a vital blow despite the mental interference?
They were both Jianghu veterans. That brief exchange just now had already revealed far too much.
"Bullshit! What exactly are you doing here?"
Unfortunately, the older someone got in Jianghu, the less likely they were to believe Fu Qian's candor. The suspected Ancient One sneered coldly and went straight to the reason he had appeared.
As he spoke, he had already moved within a step of striking distance, the Murderous Weapon pointed this way, ready to attack again at any moment.
Things really weren't looking good. Almost everything was heading toward the worst possible outcome...
Although he had successfully tested the disguise, Fu Qian felt no joy at all.
Feeling his will on the verge of collapse and the boundless delight just one step away from reaching the hundredth level, he continued to nod honestly.
"Of course I