Facing an Ancient God for a Year-Chapter 1429 - 1427: Behind the Conspiracy

"Thank you for your hard work."

Though an uninvited guest, Fu Qian’s hospitality was spot on.

Faced with Selana’s slight hesitation, he showed no intention of pressure but instead turned to look at Wen Li, pointing at the tea placed not far away.

"It will be ready soon."

Wen Li smiled gently; as a dignified Fourth Phase Transcendent, he showed no disdain for such work and directly got up to display his tea artistry.

"Compared to the last time we met, you seem to be in better spirits."

After making the arrangements, Fu Qian turned to Selana again, even beginning casual small talk to give her ample time to organize her thoughts.

"If anyone looks good, it’s certainly Mr. Fang."

This sense of being at home made Selana both alert and reflective of her own demeanor.

Though her character was harsh and her methods ruthless, even violently occupying several Gulad Family treasures, theoretically she had helped more than once, so excessively unfriendly behavior might have been too much — not excessive!

After sorting through her past crimes, Selana felt much justified.

Moreover, what she said wasn’t merely out of politeness.

In the short absence, this mysterious demigod before her seemed increasingly enigmatic and unfathomable, though one arm clearly wasn’t as agile.

For them who had stepped into the realm of divine beings, mere physical damage was truly nothing to worry about.

Especially for this guy in front of her.

In her mind flashed a scene she never wanted to recall, that "cocoon" that nearly crushed her, appearing uncontrollably again.

On the other hand, considering this guy’s mastery over his own flesh, suffering such injury was unfathomable as to what might have happened behind the scenes.

...

"Oh, not at all, it just made me think of something happy."

In response to Selana’s affirmation, Fu Qian acted extremely humble, indicating he was merely in high spirits because of joy.

"...Actually, the reason I came this time is that there is indeed something I want to confirm with you."

As a proud Bloodline Clan member, Selana was clearly not skilled at mutual flattery, and she keenly understood she was not adept at going in circles.

With her inner assurance of being "not excessive," she directly and sharply addressed the matter at hand.

"Early today, Grantham found me and mentioned something peculiar."

"Tyler, who initially sold you the Abyssal Chronicle, earlier fell into a strange dream and uncovered a major conspiracy through inspiration."

Selana unceremoniously emphasized the last term, adding a touch of expression to make any young talented person’s self-respect crumble.

"The content of the conspiracy I won’t mention, but there is something referenced that I’m really interested in and want to share with Mr. Fang."

"Oh, what’s so special about that?"

Under Selana’s gaze, Fu Qian’s face displayed flawlessly intrigued curiosity, as if his interest had been piqued.

Even the tea master, who had left and returned to boil water, did not conceal a posture of attentive listening.

...

As expected, just as Mr. Fu said, Tyler went straight to Grantham to report.

Of course, beneath Miss Wen’s facade of performer self-discipline, her heart was full of another kind of sigh.

From Selana’s tone at the moment, it was entirely imaginable what Tyler Gulad experienced after sharing his discovery.

However, being able to confront directly like this, one has to admit, this intuition is truly astonishing.

"...A peculiar emblem."

Unable to discern any flaw from Fu Qian’s expression, Selana hesitated slightly before speaking candidly.

"I’ve never seen it before, but it feels really special."

"According to Tyler, this emblem represents the power of calamity and belongs to an ancient superior being."

"Oh? Does it have a name?"

Fu Qian nodded slightly, chiming in naturally with a question.

"Its revered name is...Abandonment King, a title never heard even in the legacy of the Gulad Family."

Although she didn’t expect to truly gain anything from observing expressions, when reporting the emblem’s corresponding revered name, Selana still stared intently at Fu Qian with a serious expression.

"Abandonment King..."

She saw the other party respond by slightly frowned, echoing the name in a low voice, then reflecting his consistently sharp thinking.

"Are you worried there’s a discrepancy with the major conspiracy Tyler discovered, that this superior being isn’t just a mere figment of imagination?"

"That’s right...leaving aside the method of discovery, anyone with a bit of brains can see how preposterous that conspiracy is, but my interest is in the dream itself."

Selana’s eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze fierce.

"To have such an impact on a Middle Tier, I fear this might be a manifestation of some kind of infiltrating force."

"A reasonable assumption."

Fu Qian almost immediately agreed with her view.

"An emblem, a revered name, certainly has an ancient superior being style, but for such matters, wouldn’t it be better to consult the Night Watchman a bit more?"

"Neither Grantham nor I think it’s worth bothering the Night Watchman over a mere dream, seeming to make a mountain out of a molehill."

Shaking her head slightly, Selana’s tone was firm.

"Moreover, Tyler has been required to wear items to limit dream entry for now, and things look like they should be fine."

"I approached you solely out of personal curiosity, considering Mr. Fang’s extensive knowledge."

Is this the sixth sense that Young Master Qin spoke of?

Listening to Selana’s explanation, Fu Qian couldn’t help but admire in his heart.

Whether believed or not, the clues regarding this bizarre event left to Selana and the others were only the "conspiracy" Tyler had witnessed.

Meaning what surrounded it was still the previous corpse-disposal incident, involving only Jiang En and the Grand Fate Ming Emperor.

Even if the Night Watchman’s efficiency in identifying the criminal team was puzzling, Fu Qian didn’t think the newly cleared Gulad Family had the audacity to probe into the reasons.

Selana’s clear statement that there was no need to trouble the Night Watchman fully demonstrated this.

However, even so, this one had sought him out efficiently and decisively.

Selana even appeared to be hesitating outside for quite some time before entering.

"So what does that emblem look like? Can you show me?"

Although Selana’s reasoning wasn’t entirely robust, as a businessman who values harmony and prosperity, Fu Qian ultimately maintained a hospitable demeanor, indicating he could try to offer some opinion.

"Drawn by Tyler from memory."

Selana confidently extended her right hand, soon some of her flesh became illusory, and an outline emerged.

Rough and simple, like five fingers represented merely by lines, gripping a strangely shaped eyeball.

Hmm...

Almost instantly, the bookstore owner, who had carried a slacker demeanor the entire time, became serious in expression.