The dean certainly lived up to his reputation. There was a reason I, from the Academy of Revelation, worked so hard and strove to excel.
Cas's account had been remarkably candid. At that moment, Fu Qian didn't hesitate to give him his due.
Everything seemed clear now. Professor Lisha really was innocent.
Even after reaching such a lofty position, the dean hadn't forgotten to keep improving himself.
His repeated expeditions—and even his secret use of the Benevolent Virtue Society to stir up trouble and rob people—hadn't been driven purely by mischievousness or some desire to punish evildoers in the name of heaven. He'd had a clear goal: gathering resources to treat the Hidden Danger left behind during his ascension to demigod.
Cas had once told Fu Qian a little about the crucial step he'd taken toward becoming a high-order transcendent. One of the core materials, for instance, had been an adult of the same kind as Professor Lisha.
That had even been why he'd turned into the way he looked now.
Of course, it wasn't hard to understand that choice.
For one thing, the demigod rank was so enticing that a mere change in appearance was nothing.
For another, the Academy of Revelation had always been a place where anything went. It was only natural that its leader, Cas, would be rather unrestrained in his methods.
Still, certain subtle signs suggested that this other genius might have rushed things for some reason.
For example, it seemed to have happened not long after the accident involving Kalaodola and the others. Later, when he encountered Lisha, he'd even combined her with divine flesh to create the finest result of those experiments.
Now, with the person involved confirming it himself, it was clear that something had indeed gone wrong back then.
As for