Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1102: Chapter 1110: Dragon Summit Inn (24)

Just like observing attentively himself, how could Demigod Kelson not constantly monitor someone as mysteriously dangerous as him, with such meticulous actions?

Moreover, he had not deliberately concealed his presence.

Therefore, to save someone, it was not necessarily required to give up the Golden Throne.

Of course, it seemed that the force was still lacking for now.

Watching Demigod Kelson hesitate for a moment before unleashing another wave of raging lightning scouring the ground, striking the suspected Oath Abandoners into disarray, Fu Qian sighed and shook his head.

This was clearly a decision to achieve the objective first, despite the risk of being observed by a powerful enemy.

Victory was within reach, which was also a reasonable determination.

What about this?

In the next moment, Fu Qian took out the Witch’s Royal Mask and placed it on his face.

…

Finally, Kelson’s footsteps came to a halt.

At that instant, Fu Qian felt as if the entire hall was filled with invisible sparks of electricity.

Clearly, the gesture had been forceful enough.

Kelson, the Demigod, stared coldly in this direction, his hair like the burning blue flames perfectly defining the term ‘masterly fire’.

Taking advantage of this moment, the fleeing figure finally managed to catch a breath, his resplendent tail flame flickering in succession before swiftly disappearing into the Void.

The only problem was that the disappearance was not completely thorough.

In the next moment, Fu Qian frowned slightly, watching that side.

The effectiveness of the concealment was still unquestionable; even at this distance, he could no longer sense the presence.

The question was, why was the tail flame still there?

Had it been “electrified”?

The remark wasn’t made without reason. In the spot where the suspected Oath Abandoner vanished, a group of semi-transparent Wing Fragment Butterflies fluttered, even darting left and right rapidly, drawing different curves.

This fully displayed the desperation and courage of the doomed… as well as bewilderment.

After composing a desperate song in the Wasteland with his tail flame, he finally stopped and stood in place, contemplating life for a while.

Demigod Kelson, who was paying attention to this scene as well, managed his expressions extremely well, but Fu Qian seemed to still share his joy.

Undoubtedly, this tail that seemed capable of disrupting the chase would instead substantially increase the difficulty of escape.

In Fu Qian’s estimation, not to mention himself and Kelson, even Gerard and his group could probably keep up the pursuit.

Indeed, they were already in the midst of encircling and intercepting.

It wasn’t as simple as getting rid of one Demigod hunter.

Sighing inwardly, Fu Qian withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly to his old friend Kelson.

…

Kelson’s reaction seemed a tad disappointed.

Under the tripartite standoff, he must have expected Fu Qian to react to the unsuccessful concealment on the other side, but it appeared that the latter wasn’t too concerned.

Less than ideal, but it certainly wasn’t unbearable.

The lightning on his body converged, his speed seemingly slow yet fast, and in the next moment, Kelson headed straight for him.

And the one contemplating life over there, seeing the balance break in the most ideal way, also moved swiftly again.

It seemed that he decisively chose to abandon intricate evasions for a mad dash to the distance.

“Mr. Lu?”

Without any regard for the fleeing prey, Kelson instantly entered the grand hall, staring coldly at the mask on Fu Qian’s face as he spoke.

“Or should I address you as Mr. Fu?”

He didn’t even wait for Fu Qian to respond before adding another sentence.

“It is reassuring that Kelson, a Demigod, recognized his former teammate through the mask.”

“So why couldn’t it be Master Ji? Your people seem more inclined to believe that’s my true identity.”

As he spoke, Fu Qian even brandished the eyeball in his palm.

Hehe…

Judging by the deep and vigorous laughter of Kelson the Demigod, this individual had completely recovered from the mental transcendence he had received.

“I must admit that you are quite adept, but some measures are simply overkill.”

“Had you continued to appear as you were last time, I might still have some doubts.”

“But now, I am only concerned about what the Native Council truly intends to do.”

What a favorable turn of events!

Faced with Kelson’s unexpected conviction, Fu Qian quickly came to a conclusion.

The words just now were quite informative; it was clear that Kelson had communicated with Gerard and his ilk, and he believed that face to truly be Ji Ping’s.

And precisely because it was Ji Ping’s face that he firmly believed himself to be a person from the Native Council, rather than an enemy in disguise, sowing hatred.

This is a subtle piece of logic. In Fu Qian’s eyes, the only thing that could have led Kelson to this deduction is the Ji Family confirming to them that Ji Ping, the unworthy family member and a member of the Rebirth Club, had turned traitor and sided with the Native Council.

This was hardly surprising. After all, Yasui Tokiyuki’s case was of great importance, and as temporary allies in a cease-fire, the Ji Family could not possibly persuade the Siren to believe in Yasui Tokiyuki’s incapacitation for three months based solely on the reason “we’ve received secret intelligence.”

During the exchange process, the entanglements between the Rebirth Club and the Native Council were very likely brought up, and then Ji Ping would become an unavoidable topic of discussion.

Given his real situation which is absolutely not to be disclosed to outsiders, if I were the Ji Family higher-ups, I would choose the same narrative — a traitor, and then deal with him harshly if we meet.

After all, it’s not like we’re actually going to meet him.

This is why Kelson said that using Ji Ping’s face was superfluous.

Because in his eyes, I had clearly overlooked the depth of communication between the Siren and the Ji Family.

“It’s astounding! I can’t think of anything here in the Wasteland that could interest the Native Council, and Ji Yicheng was also killed by you, wasn’t he? No wonder An Gui put in so much effort only to end up empty-handed.”

It sounds like Kelson has a fair concept of the Native Council.

“Kelson the Demigod esteems the Council so highly; I’m truly grateful. However, I am also rather curious about why you would be here.”

Fu Qian professionally evaded with vagueness.

“Mr. Lu is exceptionally adept; why not take a guess?”

Unfortunately, as a prominent figure, Kelson was clearly not inclined to deal with a question with another question.

“I can only guess in part, such as the manner of your arrival here.”

Fu Qian did not decline, pointing at Kelson himself.

This Demigod was clearly not in his usual attire, dressed down like a common soldier and even sporting bloodstains.

“Firstly, you did not come with Gerard and the others but were acting alone in the shadows.”

“And at least until now, I haven’t seen anything that could injure you; the marks on your body should be related to the conflict that occurred as soon as the Siren and the Ji Family entered, right?”

“Gerard provoked the conflict, then you took the opportunity to replace someone? Was that for the ambush just now?”

“Hiding in your own ranks and still this elaborate, it seems you all have assumed that the target of this journey could easily spy on you?”