If that was true, Xing Fei's fate had been rather tragic—Fu Qian alone seemed to have two of her remains in his possession.
The light abruptly shifted, and the destination was unsurprising.
Though it took a little extra effort, he had ultimately retrieved the tea leaves.
It was the prime business hour of the day. Fu Qian sat in his designated chair behind the counter, surveying the empty bookstore.
As he busied himself brewing tea, he was also quite satisfied with some of the additional gains from this trip.
It felt as though many things had suddenly fallen into place.
For example, the connection between Old Master Ji Feng and the Larrea Royal Court.
That mission from many years ago had most likely been where their fate began.
And although he had dealt a devastating blow to the Larrea Royal Court, Old Master Ji had, in theory, still protected the world.
Moreover, he had gained quite a lot in the process, both materially and spiritually.
For instance, his understanding of the concept of bloodlines.
In Fu Qian's view, even if the Warehouse was as half-dead as it was now, the post-mission summary alone would have provided a considerable amount of information on that subject.
There was also knowledge related to world barriers.
Opportunities to come into close contact with a genuine cosmic deity were exceedingly rare, though it appeared to have left behind some hidden dangers.
He just did not know whether Old Master Ji had some understanding of the possibility that that face belonged to Dark Moon.
Furthermore, if the Bronze Lady had been modeled after Xing Fei, then judging from the situation at the end of the mission, since Xing Fei had still been alive and well, the Warehouse would not have handed that thing to him as