As expected, old habits died hard. Even here, A'wei still preferred to pull the strings from behind the scenes, leaving the charge to someone else.
There was something Fu Qian had been looking forward to for a long time.
Otherwise, why would he spend so much time on the lord's rather clumsy methods and thoughts that he could see through at a glance?
Fortunately, the investment had paid off. After giving the other side chance after chance, someone who might have been hiding in the background had finally come out, proving that he really had been hiding there.
Just like an Old Acquaintance had once said, "Your blade is my medicine." Destruction could be turned into healing.
The change in the lord was all too familiar. Fu Qian had seen it before, back in Shangjing, in A'wei, a servant of the Death Angel.
It was precisely this unreasonable ability that had made him choose to use the Granting Ashes ring to send A'wei here.
Death Angel.
It seemed this one had adapted well to local customs. Not only had he taken on an impressive title, he had even become deeply involved in the "Eternal Night" plan. At the very least, he was part of its core team.
Otherwise, unless he had been keeping a close eye on Fu Qian, how could he have timed this sudden blessing so precisely?
As for the goal, they both knew it all too well.
A'wei thought the lord still had some use left in him, and could make a little trouble for Fu Qian.
Honestly, there was nothing wrong with that idea. The lord's unreasonable ability seemed almost impossible to counter here.
Before, he could still exile Fu Qian from the Bookstore World to Unseen Hill. Now, even that room for maneuver was gone.