Knowledge is power. I might know a thing or two about how Lord Ariel operated.
And just like Lady Kelin had lost her composure and made the first move, her suspected ally had made the same mistake under pressure. This sort of excessive adaptability wasn't really in keeping with Ariel's character.
As I mentioned before, some subtle differences could only be noticed by someone on the inside—for example, whether the person you were chatting with was actually human.
If the Night Watchers knew anything about Ariel, then "humanlike" would be the most obvious label.
When Li Gui ran into Li Kui, things tended to get awkward.
As I'd said long ago, once you reached the higher ranks of the supernatural, people stopped judging by appearances. The nature of your power was the key identifier.
So although Fu Qian remained perfectly composed—and hadn't even changed his appearance up to this point—just the name Ariel had been enough to bring both groups out of hiding.
But with his power type at an overwhelming disadvantage, his chances of winning this game of imposture seemed slim.
He hadn't even been optimistic enough to imitate Ariel's ocean of light, though the Law Remnants could blind people just as effectively.
Trying to pass off a fish eye as a pearl that way would be an insult to the heroes of the world.
So almost immediately, Fu Qian decided to win through capturing the spirit of his subject.
As everyone knew, in artistic creation, looking like the subject was only the first step. What mattered was capturing its essence.
So Fu Qian's strange behavior now wasn't because he'd given up after being exposed by the real deal. On the contrary, he was staying true to himself.
Of course, he wasn't planning to make people believe him based