In fact, what interested Fu Qian more than the ritual itself was how Jiang En had figured it out.
Given how grotesque it was, it was hard to imagine he'd worked it out step by step on his own.
In Fu Qian's view, the most likely source of Jiang En's heaven-defying method of changing his fate was the group of benefactors represented by Darnetta.
In fact, the main purpose of what he'd just done was to put on a show for them.
Based on his earlier encounters, he'd suspected that Darnetta—or perhaps many others—had some special way of observing Jiang En's every move at any time.
And whether it was the bigwigs at the trade fair or Darnetta, who had personally intervened, they had clearly gone all out to help Jiang En complete the ritual.
Now that Jiang En had been forced into such a predicament, the time had come for them to reveal their true strength—especially with a dangerous figure like himself before them, one whose movements were strange and whose motives were unclear.
Fu Qian believed that after tonight, the next time he showed himself, there would most likely be quite a spectacle waiting for him.
But that was for later. This night had already been long enough.
Fu Qian looked up.
It was getting late. Even the Great Fortune Ming King needed to rest.
Late that night, in Wen Li's mansion.
"Mr. Fang, you're back."
Wen Li, who had her chin in her hand and didn't look at all sleepy, greeted the figure that had suddenly appeared before her with some delight.
"Pleasure to meet you! I am the Great Fortune Ming King!"
But the voice answering from beneath the mask was not what she'd expected. The other party even bowed slightly in greeting.
"Pleasure to