Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2478: Chapter 2473: Smooth Sailing

Peach and plum trees do not speak, yet paths naturally form beneath them.

I’m not familiar with Lord Sorondir and don’t really understand his style.

But there’s a ready example on how to communicate right before us.

It’s known that Lady Selana was looking for a bug, and I was mistaken for the bug, hence the earlier connection.

So, if it’s known that Lord Sorondir is looking for something extraordinary, what would his reaction be if something extraordinary appeared on the ship?

Many things are never that complicated; imitation and optimization can resolve most of them.

For Fu Qian, using gentle means to cultivate this vegetable plot on the ship was never necessary.

This was still under the circumstances where the Clear Dream Ring couldn’t be used temporarily; otherwise, a direct interrogation would be simpler.

As for now, there’s no need to even knock on the door.

As the ranking quickly climbed, Fu Qian showed no intention of making any other moves, even picking up a piece of dried fruit to put in his mouth.

The thing long dreamt of, even when bound, finally was attained as wished.

Though relative to his current physique, it’s like an adult trying to make up for childhood desires.

So, what has been the object of Lord Sorondir’s dreams during these times?

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It’s been very quiet.

The view shifts from a straight gaze to a downward stare, the port from blurred to vanished.

Until Fu Qian consumed all the food, the entire ship remained quiet.

In the storm, distanced from Moore, proceeding at a constant speed, not even receiving a single knock on the door, fully experiencing what cold violence is.

What Lord Sorondir is seeking truly has an unusual air to it.

Fu Qian had no opinion on this, simply silently calculating the distance traveled, even coming to a conclusion.

It’s certainly not because his actions were too subtle and thus went unnoticed.

Being a sound sleeper is one thing, but if others put a cockroach in your mouth and you still don’t open your eyes, that’s a bit excessive.

The Brilliant Tyrant’s effect of world destruction, although akin to a chronic poison, is nonetheless a remastered version supported by a Pseudo-Law Core.

From the time it was activated till now, there has been an observable effect, such as the power maintaining the ship’s stability in the storm is clearly less effective.

With every forward step, this rootless ship becomes more and more unstable.

Yet, under such circumstances, the people on the ship maintain an air of eating hot pot and singing songs.

This not only confirms that it’s been discovered, but also feels like they’re being careful not to disturb it.

Fu Qian believes that at this moment, a net has already quietly unfolded around this anomaly on the ship.

Consider the natural responsiveness; there’s reason to suspect there was a pre-arranged plan in place.

In other words, if the Siren found their target, there’s a high chance the reaction would be the same.

So what exactly is the target? It’s still related to Moore.

Fu Qian’s curiosity was further aroused, although he still made no extra moves.

One aspect is the contest of patience, always a strength of academic workers.

On the other hand, the situation seems to have entered a stalemate, but to Fu Qian, this phase never lasts indefinitely; soon a critical juncture will arrive — it’s time to return.

The storm’s range isn’t infinite; the extreme climate ahead shows signs of easing.

Upon reaching the storm’s edge, how would this ship, which has been braving the wind, respond?

The reaction was swift.

Relying on an extensive sailing career, the judgment was indeed correct.

As time ticked by, the ship hadn’t traveled too far, and the edge of the storm was already close at hand.

It must be said, indeed, it’s a remarkable view, aside from the waves, on either side it’s almost distinctly divided; as if stepping over that clear boundary line changes the world — the ship crossed it.

Yes, this time it did not follow the previous action rules; the deep blue ship directly broke through the boundary, reaching the sunlight.

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So what Lord Sorondir is searching for, could it be just within the storm around Moore?

Once found, it doesn’t need to remain inside?

The situation was tense, and the contest of patience seemed to have no clear winner or loser, but it didn’t prevent Fu Qian from continuing to draw conclusions.

Even one prior conjecture was almost confirmed — the movements of the Brilliant Tyrant were not only discovered but even triggered a pre-prepared plan.

One can only say the situation was becoming more interesting.

First, it seemed less and less like a tangible target; otherwise, the normal reaction should be to lock and capture, right?

Especially breaking through boundaries so uninhibitedly, generally it would also be easier to lose a target, right?

Lord Sorondir’s actions seemed like he was deliberately testing to see if the target could be lost.

Then if it’s not a tangible target, what could it be?

Some kind of adverse effect similar to the Brilliant Tyrant? Was his action a fluke?

It seemed too coincidental, and not very convincing.

Amidst the tension with Yasui, a dignified demigod spending time surfing here, Sorondir definitely has ample reason to seek this thing.

Even Kelson inviting Old Master Lu over, definitely had a purpose... come to think of it, what is his relationship with Lord Sorondir?

Mind racing and twisting,

Seeing the ship break through the storm, continuing out to the deep sea without looking back, as if searching for legend’s treasure, Fu Qian also had no intention to retract the Brilliant Tyrant, letting this silent conversation continue — wait a moment, it seemed someone finally couldn’t hold back.

At a moment sailing under the clear sky, Fu Qian reached out his hand, pressed his index finger on a certain point on the small window.

The position corresponds to the direction of the sun.

Even now, the sun still remains, only from another direction a new one appears.

Using the hand size in the state of the Brilliant Tyrant, Fu Qian easily pressed his middle finger on it.

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So cold.

Though it sounds strange, that’s indeed the feeling.

Clearly the same appearance, but unlike the warmth from the first sun, the place touched by the middle finger almost feels like there are cold rays connecting over.

It didn’t even linger on the window, the cold continued to extend, as if tangible things were quickly filling the empty room.

The damp feeling, as if the night was coming early, and the outside’s light was out of reach —

Is this Lord Sorondir’s handiwork? Very interesting.

At that moment Fu Qian marveled.

Undoubtedly, the patience game had ended, certain changes were occurring, the stage was set for the next act — click!

With a series of strange sounds, starting from Fu Qian’s hand pressed on the small window, an opening spread inch by inch before his eyes.

And Fu Qian’s figure, just walked straightforwardly and unstoppably out.

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Lord Sorondir, undoubtedly making a kind of enthusiastic invitation to stay.

Unfortunately, the vegetable plot here was already cultivated, this level was sufficient.

Thanks for the escort to this point, the Sea of Ashes is near.