This trip to Shangjing was only to make a few simple arrangements. He had no intention of staying long.
Although he was the mastermind behind turning the academy into a complete mess, Fu Qian wasn't in a hurry to return after making the arrangements.
The busier things got, the more important it was to know what deserved priority.
Perhaps he could now be called a bona fide Evil God incarnate, but the disappearance of his Supernatural Perception was undoubtedly hard to believe as a normal occurrence.
Even if he wasn't in a hurry to change things, he still had to find a way to figure out the exact cause.
He also needed to restore normal communication with the Witch as soon as possible.
There was still plenty to discuss, from the exploration of law to the study of lunar history.
And the most important thing he'd gained from this trip was undoubtedly the Witch's guidance.
She remained astonishingly reliable. Not only had she helped confirm his current state, she'd even found another approach and offered guidance.
As for how to use the special item the Witch had gone to such lengths to send him, Fu Qian had actually already come up with an idea.
He took a white box from his coat and opened it, looking at the "Spinal Lock" inside.
In just a short while, it had grown much quieter than before.
Its blood-red color had dulled, the bone spurs along its edges had receded somewhat, and its whole body had stiffened.
And this was only a paper box, with at most a few metal decorations on it.
Fu Qian had taken a look earlier. It was meant to hold a special kind of calligraphy brush.
Despite its astonishing rank, the thing clearly wasn't very good at feeding itself.