Compensation and Rewards

What an open-minded "Mom."

It sounded as if Red Moon wasn't angry at all about her "rebellion." If anything, she seemed rather pleased.

Faced with Red Moon's proactive greeting, Fu Qian thought to himself.

Still, it made sense.

No matter how you looked at it, Red Moon was the biggest beneficiary of this incident, the one who'd waited in the wings and reaped the rewards.

She probably wasn't watching him just to lead a child astray. "Leading him down the wrong path" was merely a means to an end.

Fu Qian remembered all too well the first time he'd come face-to-face with Red Moon.

Those countless scars and ravines, that sense of being forcibly twisted.

Perhaps he couldn't have reached a conclusion before, but the way the tentacles on his arm had just been forced to retreat had confirmed one of his suspicions once again.

It was an incomprehensible curse, one even the gods couldn't resist, forcibly making her become the "moon."

This was very likely the predicament Red Moon faced.

And An Jing Shizhi's final fate was like Red Moon passing that curse on to him through deep contamination.

In Fu Qian's judgment, Red Moon had probably set her sights on him because of his "containment" activities.

Simply put, because of the Warehouse.

It was clear from what had happened earlier that the Warehouse's existence wasn't an absolute secret. The odds that an ancient god like her knew about it were hardly low.

So there was a good chance Red Moon had sought him out to help her escape her predicament. To achieve that goal, she might need him to advance further, Hidden Danger or not.

To her, as long as he advanced, that was a good thing. How he did it probably didn't matter much.

At that