Balance Is Meant to Be Broken

"You're back."

Su Gao had watched Fu Qian's face the entire time. Only after he returned to his seat did she finally let out a soft breath.

"Was I gone long?"

Fu Qian glanced around. Everything was exactly as it had been when he left, including Su Gao's posture.

After he'd said he was leaving, she really had just waited there without moving.

"Only a little while."

Su Gao shook her head slightly.

"You seem a little different."

"Hm?"

Fu Qian wasn't sure how Su Gao had noticed.

His condition had stabilized, and his injuries had mostly healed.

As for his rank, although he'd completed the ritual ahead of schedule, he was still essentially a demigod. He was quite certain of that.

So was it because he'd "anchored himself to the divine seat ahead of time"? Or because he'd lost a hundred and forty Sanity Value in one go?

He hadn't had time to think it through earlier, but now that he remembered, it really felt like he'd gone straight back to square one overnight. His Sanity Value was down to just over thirty.

"Maybe it's because I went home."

Fu Qian nodded, speaking with a hint of emotion.

It clearly wasn't an easy answer to understand, yet Su Gao just said, "Oh," as if she could sense the feelings behind his words.

"An Jing Shizhi... is dead?"

After hesitating briefly, even the powerful Su Gao sounded unsure as she asked.

"More or less. Anyway, Siren owes me even more money now."

Fu Qian confirmed her hope.

He said "more or less" because, judging by the mission report, he suspected An Jing Shizhi wasn't completely dead. He was simply trapped and had his authority stripped away.

Of course, whether he still had any sanity left after becoming so corrupted was