As expected of our academy's technical expert—the kind of talent we sent out to represent us.
Deng Feizhou was merely an acting agent. The one who designed Chen Xing's promotion plan was also the person standing right in front of me.
Nepheli's answer came as no surprise at all to Fu Qian.
There had been one glaring inconsistency in the Shangjing incident: Deng Feizhou himself was still nowhere near demigodhood.
From their conversation, he clearly had a wealth of theoretical knowledge and deeply admired the Native Council's grand ideals.
But from Fu Qian's personal experience, trying to guide someone in this area without having touched divinity himself would be extremely difficult.
That was why mastering divinity was considered the insurmountable barrier on the Supernatural Path.
Now, though, everything seemed to make much more sense.
Nepheli had provided the specific plan, while Deng Feizhou had been a capable executor—and had done a remarkably good job.
Most importantly, the Shangjing Chen Clan Research Report, which Fu Qian had suspected might exist, now seemed to have fallen right into place.
"I'm curious about the core idea. In theory, they follow a path of cultivation, right? They even have secret family techniques."
Fu Qian didn't hesitate for a moment, and went straight to asking her for guidance.
The atmosphere had developed into something distinctly strange for Nepheli.
It had started as a deliberate hunting trap, then she'd revealed it was all an illusion, and now it had turned into a technical exchange...
Throughout the whole thing, Fu Qian's tone hadn't changed once. It was as if he really had come for this very purpose.
Nepheli stared at Fu Qian in silence for a moment. She seemed to finally realize that keeping the atmosphere so eerie only made her look foolish. The next moment,