Zen (Seeking guaranteed monthly votes at the start of the month)
So that was why old man Stos had insisted that the person he met back then was a mortal.
Watching ordinary flesh and blood rise to his level in less than three seconds, Fu Qian thought instead of a certain Night Watcher.
Judging by what he'd said earlier, when he paid a visit to Jade Soul Master back then, he'd clearly experienced something much like what was happening now.
It wasn't a simple disguise. Fu Qian was inclined to believe that just a moment ago, he really could have slapped the person beside him into a smear of blood.
It was a manifestation of the influence of authority. The other party really could exist at any level—even Second Order wasn't the limit.
Because in this clear clash of auras, the other party was plainly on equal footing with him, neither stronger nor weaker.
He not only understood his true level, but his real level was even higher than this, allowing him to match it so precisely.
That was undoubtedly a more reasonable guess than coincidence.
And a scene like this was clearly enough to shake any supernatural being's worldview.
"It does seem rather hard to judge... But what were you like at the beginning?"
In this contest of introspection, self-deception was undoubtedly a foolish course of action. Without waiting for Jade Soul Master to press him, Fu Qian readily accepted what the other had said, then immediately asked a question in return.
You tell me that the end of every search is merely an illusion built upon fallacies. Then I'd like to ask what your starting point was.
To put it in plain language: before you became what you are now, what were you originally?
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