Red Moon? As the Moon.
Although he'd recognized all the telltale signs at once, even Professor Fu, with all his experience, had still hesitated before reaching a conclusion.
It wasn't that he couldn't see her face or make a definitive identification.
Every time he'd seen Red Moon in human form before, her face had been conceptually blurred. This time, even her features were perfectly clear.
Delicate and gentle, with none of the look one might expect from an ancient god.
But that was precisely the problem. Those delicate, timid features were awfully familiar to Fu Qian—Yuan Shan?
That's right. Fu Qian had met this woman before. She was the Night Watchers' regional director in Shangjing.
Her expression was unusually gentle, quite at odds with the other woman's usual style.
But let's not forget that when Yuan Shan first appeared, she'd put on the same sort of act to mislead people.
So... Yuan Shan was Red Moon? The greatest conspiracy in history, finally exposed?
Though Fu Qian was something of a fashionista, he would never believe Yuan Shan had gone out shopping and picked up this outfit.
And Red Moon's getup paired with Yuan Shan's face? Just imagining those two elements together was outrageous.
A Higher Being descending to play at being human? Had she even passed the Night Watchers' background check?
Or had she nurtured an unwitting alter ego through excessive dissociation?
Even if she knew about it, had she still staged the whole Shangjing affair herself, playing everyone involved like puppets and making her handpicked "child" reach out to the moon of her own accord?
As someone with a vivid imagination, Fu Qian only needed a moment to consider the possibilities before deciding that the whole history of Shangjing was now shrouded in every sort of ominous suspicion.
And