"What makes you think you have the right to define what a true Emissary of Ashes is?"
His sneak attack had been seen through and easily blocked, yet Haller didn't look embarrassed at all. He simply put some distance between them and responded to Fu Qian's remark.
"Well said. Actually, I was just confirming you weren't the Haller I met earlier. Want to know how I knew?"
Fu Qian was magnanimous too. Not only did he make no attempt to pursue him, he kept his eyes on the swelling Gray Descent as he casually asked a question in return.
Like a field of wheat being harvested, swathes of people were already collapsing.
Extraordinary beings below demigod rank had almost no resistance to this thing.
The headscarf-wearing Lady at his feet remained utterly lost in the moment. He could even sense her anxiety and anticipation at the thought of being devoured.
"In my view, that Haller may not have been clever, but he wouldn't have asked, 'What happened to them?' either... Judging by how he acted in the bar, he should actually be the most empathetic demigod when it came to this sort of indifference."
Before the other man could even reply, Fu Qian had already revealed the answer.
"The story itself wasn't bad. It's just a pity that the moment you opened your mouth, you ruined the character you were playing... I guess that's why stupid people should talk less."
His words were rather cutting, with a remarkable ability to hit a nerve.
"No wonder the Prophet valued you so much... So if I'm not the Haller from earlier, who am I?"
After hesitating briefly, his target finally gave up on making a pointless stand and returned the compliment with considerable grace.
Oh?
The other man's magnanimity seemed to surprise