An underground gathering?
Was it like the Wasteland's unlicensed exchange in Tir? Or like Dunis's strange religious gatherings?
Fu Qian was clearly very interested in the information Taylor had provided.
The former was more or less normal. The latter, though, made Taylor sound like a fallen genius gone bad.
Jiang En certainly wasn't going to sit back and wait for death. After all, Fu Qian's mission was to disrupt his Promotion Ritual.
And from the looks of things, someone was probably helping him with the ritual.
"So where is this underground gathering?"
Fu Qian nodded with satisfaction. Even behind his mask, his expression was as amiable as ever as he asked with a smile.
So you do need someone's help after all...
Taylor had been tempted to take advantage of Fu Qian's unusually humble attitude, but then he remembered the trouble he was in and quickly gave up on the idea. He rattled off an address.
"Thanks for the information. I'll go pay Jiang En a visit, then."
Fu Qian listened carefully and thanked him politely, then added, "Brother Taylor, you're not just stalling because you don't think you can beat me, planning to send me away and then make a run for it, are you?"
I really...
A fresh wave of murderous intent surged through Taylor, but he suppressed it almost immediately.
After all, Fu Qian might be arrogant, but judging by what had just happened, Taylor really wasn't confident he could beat him.
"So who exactly are you? With so many different kinds of power gathered in one body, you should have collapsed or lost control long ago, let alone be able to wield them with such ease."
But he wasn't about to lose face. A moment later, he spoke coldly.
"The human body's potential is limitless. How