Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 676: Chapter 674 Sneak Peek_1 Chapter 676: Chapter 674 Sneak Peek_1 On such a small cruise ship, there was an astonishing bustle of activity!

In Fu Qian’s perception, that Observer was at least of the Middle Tier standard.

Add to that two demigods, and this ship could boast an impressive lineup.

Although it was unlikely for Transcendents to take a cruise for a vacation without a good reason, Fu Qian always respected others’ privacy when it wasn’t necessary to intrude, and he wasn’t that curious about what this person was up to.

However, this individual was clearly very attentive to the surroundings, seemingly sneaking around with a guilty conscience.

Of course, for Fu Qian and his companion, most of the individual’s attention focused on Su Gao.

On the one hand, Fu Qian was wearing the Emissary’s Mask, and given the vast difference in their ranks, in the eyes of that person, he was essentially a commoner.

On the other hand, Su Gao’s aura was really extraordinary; it was hard not to take notice.

Nevertheless, after accepting Fu Qian’s advice, Su Gao chose not to react to the stares she was receiving.

After she went to rest, Fu Qian alone basked in the sun on the balcony for a while, then also returned to his room.

In the bathroom, Fu Qian observed his reflection in the mirror.

The Return Edict had dissipated not only the properly recorded location, but even his appearance as Fang Xun.

This forced him to alter his face to maintain a consistent image.

Of course, this also brought a benefit: if his face started to look strange, it indicated that the dispelling effect was notably weakening and that it was time to activate the Return Edict again.

After checking that his appearance was alright, Fu Qian took off the mask.

Back in the storeroom, the first thing Fu Qian did was to glance at the Emissary in his hand, confirming the bloodstains were negligible before setting it aside, then he picked up the Abyssal Chronicle.

[The Progenitor of the Blood Clan, Annalise, has completely perished]

Turning to the last page, Fu Qian read Selana’s notes with a sense of contemplation.

If Annalise had completely perished, then who was that “mother” symbolized by the moon?

Although the voice calling to him was incredibly sweet, it was the enigmatic figure of that person that left a more profound impression.

The purpose of this trip to Ye Island was partly to investigate the Native Council’s information and incidentally, to wrap up the project Gala 9527.

Another reason was to see if the Red Moon would make any new moves by changing locations.

At the current stage, “she” had clearly found him and established some form of contact.

But that was it, at least so far there were no strange changes to his body.

According to her, the time hadn’t come yet.

This statement was bound to stir the imagination, and Fu Qian never liked being passive.

The reason to lure the Red Moon into more actions was simple—more contact meant more opportunities to make some judgments through the notes.

All in all, reading fosters improvement.

The journey to Ye Island should make good use of the diary for self-reflection.

With this thought, Fu Qian closed the Abyssal Chronicle in his hand and put on the mask.

…

“Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?”

In the evening, at the exclusive restaurant of the luxury suite, Fu Qian had barely sat down when he heard a soft and glutinous voice greeting him.

“No, please feel free,” he replied without lifting his head.

The young people of today really lack patience.

Although it was the first time he heard this voice, Fu Qian was certain it was the same person who had covertly shown interest in him and Su Gao before.

As an enlightened employer, Fu Qian believed in fully respecting an employee’s vacation freedom, which was why he didn’t bring Su Gao with him when he came out just now.

And indeed, as expected, this individual showed an eager interest in the two of them, coming forward to probe as soon as he stepped out.

“Thank you,” the voice said politely, sitting down directly opposite.

“Are you reading? You seem quite absorbed,” it continued.

However, after waiting a few seconds without any follow-up attempt at striking up a conversation, the inquirer couldn’t help but lean closer to peek into Fu Qian’s hands.

[Rayelle does not truly harbor any affection for me…]

But the next moment, the content on the yellowing pages left the inquirer stunned.

“It’s just a diary,” Fu Qian finally closed the chronicle, looking up to appraise the Middle Tier Transcendent.

She appeared to be just over twenty, with smooth black hair, a delicate face, and attire that was quite youthful and pretty.

“Ah!”

When Fu Qian confirmed it was a diary, the young woman covered her red lips and let out an apologetic gasp.

“I really didn’t mean to peek.”

“It’s okay.”

Fu Qian didn’t mind at all.

“I was peeking, too. This is someone else’s diary.”

…

This answer clearly surprised her, and the young woman was speechless for a moment, before she managed to gather her smile again and introduced herself gracefully.

“I am Jia Keke. What’s your name?”

“Fang Xun.”

Fu Qian answered with a strong and clear voice.

“So you are Mr. Fang, what a pleasure!”

Jia Keke chuckled.

“You seldom see young people like yourself here.”

Fu Qian agreed deeply with this statement and nodded.

“Most young people can’t really accept this slow way of traveling.”

“Then why did you choose this way of traveling?”

Jia Keke naturally continued the conversation.

“Isn’t it obvious? Because I’m not like most people!”

Fu Qian looked surprised, as if to say, how can you not think of this?

…

Jia Keke couldn’t help but grit her teeth, never finding social interaction so irritating.

But after all, she was a person of great poise, and after a deep breath, she once again organized a sociable smile.

“Meeting is fate, and to apologize, let me buy you a drink, Mr. Fang!”

The insincerity of offering what was already included in the room fee was apparent.

As she muttered this inwardly, Jia Keke had already signaled to a waiter and taken two glasses of wine, handing one to him.

“Red wine?”

Fu Qian glanced at it but didn’t take it.

In front of him, the transparent wine glass turned into fine sand and fell onto the table.

And, astonishingly, the liquid inside didn’t spill at all, as though Jia Keke was holding an invisible glass.

Deciding not to hide his identity as a Transcendent, did he choose to show off a little to intimidate her?

“Sorry, I don’t drink red wine unless it’s mixed with cola.”

Fu Qian shook his head, his expression unchanged.

…

Staring fixedly at Fu Qian, Jia Keke didn’t actually go looking for cola to mix with it, but instead stood up and left.

Even if she was optimistic and confident, it was now clear that the man opposite her was doing this on purpose.

Are the young people these days all this unpleasant?

[Jia Keke, age over 50]

Watching Lady Jia leave the table angrily, Fu Qian thought for a moment, then opened the notebook and casually wrote down a line.

Of course he had meant for that lady to see the diary when he opened it.

The fact proved that a few seconds later, this line remained as clear as before.

I knew it!

A Middle Tier in her early twenties, where do all these prodigious youths come from!

Witnessing this scene, Fu Qian snorted.

It turns out that the elderly don’t have much patience these days either.