Chapter 922 920 The Subject of the Conversation

Chapter 922: Chapter 920: The Subject of the Conversation Chapter 922: Chapter 920: The Subject of the Conversation “Just now, that was…”

In the bookstore, Selana held the sphere, her expression vacant as though her mind couldn’t catch up.

“Your Ancestor.”

Fu Qian didn’t even look up, concentrating on tinkering with his left arm.

The moment he freed himself from there, the flesh had started to regenerate, and by now, pink buds of flesh were sprouting at the site of the wound.

Even so, returning to normal would clearly take some time.

“I know it’s the Ancestor, but why was there only one person?”

Selana’s condition wasn’t much better; the wound on her back was still bloody.

However, she clearly wasn’t in the mood to focus on that, murmuring softly to herself in response to Fu Qian’s answer.

Halfway through her mumbling, she noticed Fu Qian’s peculiar look.

“So you admit that was indeed your Ancestor?”

…

Under Fu Qian’s merciless reminder, Selana stood frozen in place for a full five seconds.

Eventually, she steadied her mind with a will honed over centuries, accepting the reality.

“Right, although it’s quite unexpected, after all the evidence, that was indeed an image of the Ancestor from olden days.”

Taking a deep breath, Selana slowly said.

Admitting this was hard, but unfortunately, Fu Qian seemed completely indifferent to her internal struggle, already moving behind the counter.

“So back to the same question, the Ancestor was clearly going to meet someone, so why was she alone in the room? And then she was even talking to someone.”

Selana was not one to give up easily, pressing on with her questioning.

Very persistent indeed.

Fu Qian, looking impressed, made a gesture for her to sit and discuss.

The real issue is that true persistence should compel one to think, not incessantly pester someone else—although, indeed, I can think of a possible explanation.

“Don’t be so rigid in your thinking, she was a future Deity.”

“And then?”

Selana was a bit lost following his line of thought.

“As a chosen one, could she not be constrained by mere dimensions?”

Fu Qian said, gesturing towards Selana and himself.

“You mean the Ancestor had already discovered us, and then deliberately found an opportunity to interact with us?”

Finally, Selana grasped Fu Qian’s point, but this unconventional interpretation made her feel somewhat uneasy.

“Personally, I feel she was merely an image from Ancient Reminiscence, barely even venturing a trace of the Ancestor’s essence. Could such an existence really achieve that?”

However, she clearly was serious, quickly presenting a counterpoint.

“And if the Ancestor had already noticed us, why make it so complicated? Why even bother closing the door?”

“Good, finally using your brain.”

Facing this logical retort, Fu Qian appeared gratified.

“But you can broaden your perspective a bit more—the final question certainly transcended dimensions, but may not necessarily have been aimed at us.”

“Could it possibly be directed at another version of herself?”

As Selana’s eyes lit up, Fu Qian continued.

“Annalise preserved her pre-deity self in a special way, the specific purpose of which we won’t discuss for now. After becoming your Ancestor, might she occasionally look back on her naive and foolish past self, reflecting on her former hesitations?”

“And constantly revisiting the day she learned she would become a deity reincarnated, might Annalise have her doubts about the future?”

“Between these two selves, could there be a desire to communicate?”

“So she was conversing with her own divine self after becoming a deity… That does make more sense; a Deity, of course, would have a way to answer her, especially knowing this entity exists, the scope of which was already very small…”

Selana let out a long sigh, acknowledging Fu Qian’s guess.

“Unfortunately, it seems she hasn’t received a response in a long time.”

Fu Qian added a remark.

Hmm.

Selana nodded, recalling Annalise’s last sigh and seemingly understanding more of the emotions involved.

However, this time was a bit different; the person before her, ignoring her own protests, forcibly opening the door, was clearly a response.

“Thank you very much anyway; without your help this time, I think it would have been very difficult to achieve anything.”

Selana was clear on what was good and bad, and although she might not like the outcome, she still thanked him earnestly.

“Mr. Fang can continue to keep this item for me.”

She even handed over the Ancient Reminiscence, showing no intention of taking the opportunity to take it back.

“I’ll teach you the complete method to disengage in a moment.”

“A mere trifle.”

Fu Qian accepted unceremoniously, his words bearing a double meaning.

The item was indeed interesting; he didn’t mind keeping it a bit longer.

Additionally, he deserved Selana’s thanks.

Although luck played a role, if he hadn’t followed her this time, with her straightforward way of thinking, she might have needed another hundred and eighty years to witness the gossip between the Ancestor and the First Blood Race.

…

Twilight had approached, and Selana quickly bid farewell and left.

Yet, in the darkness, her silhouette seemed even more forlorn than the last time.

Some things, once known, might not be a blessing.

However, for Fu Qian, although he hadn’t found specific information about the Red Moon, the Progenitor of the Blood Clan’s rise was, in his view, worth the price of admission.

Firstly, it appeared that the Moon God was already in trouble before that long night, and the reasons were worth exploring.

At the same time, where did Annalise’s divine oracle originate from?

Getting a group of devout believers to believe this was no easy feat.

All of this fueled endless speculation!

Amidst these reflections, Fu Qian went upstairs, changed his clothes.

Given the recovery speed, the one-armed hero still had some time to act, no need to scare Young Master Qin and the others so soon.

Continuing the previous plan to scare Miss Wen was undoubtedly a very appropriate choice.

After tossing the Ancient Reminiscence into the warehouse and stowing the Crystallized Teardrop safely, Fu Qian left the bookstore.

…

“What is this…”

Not long after, faced with Fu Qian whose sleeve fluttered emptily, Wen Li doubted her entire life.

Due to a special recognition mechanism, she harbored no doubts about Fu Qian’s identity.

And it was for this reason that she was startled.

Jiang En or Tyler, how could they possibly harm Mr. Fu!

For her, Fu Qian was merely someone who went out in the morning and returned causing trouble as the Grand Fate Ming Emperor, and she couldn’t help but connect these thoughts together.

“It’s a minor matter; I merely lost an arm, but Selana—her precious faith has collapsed!”

Fu Qian spoke with a deep undertone, glancing down.

Ink, paper, various masks—he was indeed replicating the facial makeup of the Grand Fate Ming Emperor.

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