Was it not even a case of old acquaintances failing to recognize each other?
Nothing in life was more delightful than having someone you'd admired from afar recognize your alias.
His reaction might have been a little slow, but Lord Rom had even managed to recognize the Tyrant. That was a cause for celebration.
Though that joy seemed hard to share. The moment after recognizing him, before his body had even fully unfolded, spots of crystal began to turn blood-red.
The rest of him looked fine, but with a change like that around his head, it looked very much like his eyes were turning red and he was entering a berserk state.
Was this a stress response?
He hadn't attacked outright, but just from the look of him, it was clear they wouldn't be reminiscing anytime soon. Fu Qian couldn't help sighing inwardly.
Still, he could understand.
Some bastard followed you everywhere, couldn't be killed or outrun, and made a point of ruining your plans.
After everything had completely fallen apart, you had no choice but to find somewhere to cling to life. Then you looked up and saw him again. No one would be in a good mood after that.
"It's fine. Take a moment and think it through."
After some deep reflection, Fu Qian realized he really had gone a little too far. He casually waved a hand, signaling that there was no need to rush and that Rom could take his time to think.
There was no way a line about letting bygones be bygones would work here, of course, and Lord Rom wouldn't believe it anyway.
All he could do was take into account that Rom seemed a little slow at the moment and give him more time to work out his revenge plan. It was