Look, that's what you call the basic qualities of someone who's made it in the world!
Fu Qian would bet that the Old Man had known about the name Great Fortune Ming King for no more than ten hours, yet here he was, paying his respects without batting an eye.
Faced with a punch thrown without the slightest hesitation, Fu Qian still had nothing but praise.
Besides, the Old Man was a Fourth-Order Transcendent, the highest-ranked person in the group.
His decisive attack was proof enough that the big shots had reached a clear consensus: take down the lunatic who'd been stirring up trouble here with maximum efficiency, and keep Jiang En's ritual from being interrupted.
That seemingly ordinary fist turned golden and heavy in the blink of an eye, as if it had been cast in bronze.
Paired with the Old Man's sage-like appearance and aimed at Fu Qian, who smelled of ham, it looked for all the world like a scene of an immortal exorcising demons.
In fact, the fist seemed to carry some kind of mental influence. Just looking at it made people want to give up resisting.
Someone with a weaker will would probably have surrendered already, admitting their guilt and accepting punishment.
Unfortunately, that was only Fu Qian's estimation based on how it felt. That kind of emotion could never arise in him.
The next moment, the Old Man's sure-to-hit punch struck empty air.
His target had appeared behind his original position by some incomprehensible means, dodging the blow.
"As expected of the Great Fortune Ming King! Your methods are truly remarkable!"
The Old Man showed no disappointment. Instead, he let out a long sigh.
"What a pity. If you were willing to accept our invitation, your future prospects with our help would be limitless."