"Sure, A'wei."
Since the other man was so easygoing, Fu Qian went along with it.
"By the way, showing up like this—are you trying to make me believe you've been hiding inside Brother Jiang En's body all along?"
"You saw through me..."
The other man was much more straightforward than Fu Qian had expected. After a brief silence, he admitted it outright.
"I was already a little suspicious. Looks like showing myself was the right call."
"It's fascinating that a demigod would lower himself to appear in such a state. I'm really curious about your motives."
"Can you see all my interactions with everyone?"
Fu Qian responded to a question with the classic question-against-a-question tactic.
"Strictly speaking, in my current state, I can project myself onto any one of them."
Though he looked like nothing more than a sheet of inflated skin, A'wei even found a place to sit.
The stench in the air had grown so strong it rivaled a can of fermented herring, and was ten times worse than the skin-grinding realm Darnetta and the others had created.
Its corrosive effect on vitality was just as bad.
But nobody could have everything. At least this oath-bound figure was honest, despite the smell—much more likable than Pachi and his lot.
"Let me think. You're the one Jiang En and the others swore their oaths to?"
"How could I be? I've merely received a share of His glory."
A'wei denied it immediately.
"I am His most loyal apostle."
"Got it. You're Darnetta and the others' predecessor."
"You could put it that way, though there's a fundamental difference between us."
A'wei snorted.
"Once you become a demigod, you'll transcend the link and no longer be bound by its rigid restrictions."
"But you can still benefit from Rotten Flesh?"
Fu Qian