As he looked at Feng Qi, the Mist Lord was astonished beyond measure.
In its memories,
Feng Qi had been reduced to nothing but a head. Without Feng Qi's blood and vitality sustaining his consciousness, his consciousness should have dissipated quickly, leaving no possibility of survival.
It had been grateful that Feng Qi had risked his life to save it.
But only grateful.
To commemorate the perilous experience of obtaining the Blood Stone, and out of gratitude toward Feng Qi, it would often visit Feng Qi's grave in the years that followed, sitting there to reminisce about the past and contemplate the future... while conveniently eating some offerings according to its race's customs, in remembrance.
Gradually, this had become a habit.
That was why its impression of Feng Qi was so deep.
Meeting again today, 1,500 years later, filled it with confusion.
But Feng Qi ignored its astonishment and shouted again in a deep voice:
"Lin Ran, come out!"
Upon hearing his shout, the misty face suddenly began to twist and distort. Clearly, Lin Ran's dormant consciousness had awakened and begun resisting the Mist Lord.
At that moment, the Mist Lord had clearly realized that something was wrong.
"What... did you do to me?"
Watching the ever-distorting misty face, Feng Qi grinned.
"I saved your life back then for today, 1,500 years later. You didn't really think I risked my life to save you just because I liked the look of you, did you?"
Upon hearing this, an expression of fury could vaguely be seen within the distorted face.
"Feng Qi, I went to your grave so often to eat offerings, yet you actually used me!"
Hearing the Mist Lord say this, Feng Qi froze.
Huh... eating offerings?
Well, damn. He had found the shameless bastard who had been stealing