Yes, Fu Qian was looking at Tool Person A Fei.
The only flesh-and-blood body in this place so far.
Only this time, he wasn't calling him by the nickname he'd used throughout their battles, but by a more familiar name.
That's right—it was Li He, the Fourth Dean of the Academy, Li Weixuan's grandfather, and the object of Jining's disdain.
Of course, Fu Qian hadn't recognized him by his looks or voice. After all, the first time he'd appeared, he was already unrecognizable, barely maintaining a human shape.
But every specially invited guest had left a trace in the Inverted Lake.
And along the way, "A Fei" had proven his independence.
His most dazzling quality was undoubtedly his talent for swordsmanship.
In the brief stretch of fighting, his weapons had changed from a Serrated Knife to a rapier, then a greatsword. In the end, he didn't even need to pluck flowers or leaves to use as weapons. With a sword in his heart but none in his hand, he conjured a Murderous Weapon out of thin air and wounded his enemies.
His progress had certainly been guided by this weapons arsenal of his, which had carefully designed a path for him to seek defeat. Even so, his rate of improvement could only be described as cheat-like.
Among those connected to the Sea of Ashes who were skilled in swordsmanship, there was only one person whose name Fu Qian knew.
It was none other than Old Master Li, who had retired early, neglected the Academy's affairs, and left the position of dean vacant for years.
What's more, from Cas's account, Fu Qian knew that although Li He hadn't taken part in the expedition at first, he'd rushed to the scene almost as soon as the accident happened.
He'd also taken charge