So the wish of a retiring soul was granted, was it? The Pope had certainly put some thought into it.
Of course, the First Generation Dark Moon hadn't spent its last strength fleeing back to its roots before completely collapsing.
As the Witch escaped, she'd actually gone to the extra trouble of bringing back the statue of that one, too.
Though it was already in a state of utter ruin, to be honest, it fit the scene before them rather well.
A ruined body, accompanied by bright flowers, sitting there to rest.
"The mark has almost completely disappeared, but you can still try."
As Fu Qian surveyed the scene before him appreciatively, the Witch even gestured for him to touch it.
So there really was no such thing as a free lunch. While the First Generation Dark Moon's little wish had been fulfilled, Fu Qian was inevitably expected to put the remnant to some use.
Fu Qian couldn't help feeling moved for a moment, but he had to admit the Witch's reasoning was meticulous.
They'd just established that the only reason he could see the Full Moon Garden through the statue was probably that it was located in the Bookstore World.
And though they'd reached that conclusion through sound reasoning, now that they had a chance to verify it in person, how could they let it pass?
They were no longer in the corridor, which was more closely connected to the Bookstore World.
By their earlier reasoning, if he touched the statue again, there was a good chance he'd feel nothing, just like the Witch.
Of course, it wouldn't be very conclusive, since the First Generation Dark Moon's "mark" on the statue was already virtually nonexistent—there really was nothing left.
At that moment, Fu Qian had already placed his hand