Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2525: Chapter 2520: The Growing Club

Of course, it wasn’t just a coincidence; Lord Sorondir came specifically to the Lighthouse to confirm the disturbance.

The light that finally appeared caused quite a stir, especially since it followed seamlessly after his attack, making it impossible to ignore.

As for the anger, it’s easy to understand; being attacked is one thing, but the most important aspect now is that the storm has stopped.

Moore’s appearance in reality indicates that Sorondir’s bonds with the Wise Dead are still lacking, unlike Selana, who stayed inside before.

The hard-won opportunity might perish just like that, and beneath his stern demeanor, his emotions surely must be roiling intensely.

If he finds out who’s responsible for ruining things, it’s likely to quickly transform into more intense, concrete actions.

And then he found out.

A Demigod’s eyesight is certainly sharp enough to see the person on the Lighthouse.

Moreover, after noticing this, Fu Qian’s movements remained bold throughout, and his leap down further proved his non-human physique.

However, perhaps he was a bit too flamboyant, leading to subtle changes in the mindset of this observer.

He didn’t rush to act, nor did he even step forward to question; he just watched from afar, cautious of provoking a more significant reaction.

It’s unsurprising. Although to avoid startling the elderly lady, Fu Qian altered the placement of his left fake eye on the way, making his appearance relatively normal at the moment.

But no matter how plain the appearance, coupled with a Demigod physique, can only convey understated power and might.

Not to mention another crucial aspect—the number of Demigods.

For Sorondir, the opponent he faced at the escort agency office was already a challenging character, but is this Demigod that Demigod?

The likelihood seems small, and the situation immediately becomes graver.

Everyone involved is a figure of power, and not everyone can easily handle such high-level confrontations.

Lord Sorondir’s focus evidently shifts from seeking revenge to cautious retreat.

Yet just leaving like this is truly unsatisfactory.

What organization is it? Is it related to Yasui? What is their purpose?

Why are they so familiar with Moore in the storm, everywhere gaining a strategic advantage?

Without clarifying these questions, how can the subsequent elevation and progress continue?

”There, it’s done.”

While deeply empathizing with his subordinates’ victims, he was also being served delicious drinks, an undisputed pleasure in life.

As he casually thanked, Fu Qian no longer paid attention to the Demigod, instead focusing on savoring the taste.

Even his demeanor was the same as before, exuding the elegance of the Bloodline Clan.

”Is it really that tasty?”

It’s hard to gauge Lord Sorondir’s perception of this scene; even the juice connoisseur was somewhat unsure, and the elderly lady, eyeing him up and down, asked with a curious expression.

”Yes, especially when it’s free.”

Fu Qian nodded, but his gaze fell in another direction.

As it happened, an almost identical scene replayed, with Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist casually strolling by again.

”Here.”

This time, Fu Qian didn’t make her come up with reasons for an accidental encounter; he simply called out to her.

Isn’t this too much of a coincidence?

Even with rich life experience, the elderly lady was visibly astonished by such a scene.

Fortunately, it didn’t keep her puzzled for long; as Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist hesitated for a moment and accepted the invitation, Fu Qian had already finished his pomegranate juice and even stood up.

”Did you bring money?”

The line was remarkable, directly questioning the person who had just joined him.

”...I did.”

Though not exactly polite, the latter was somewhat bewildered initially but relaxed slightly with this topic, quickly responding.

”Good.”

After setting down the empty cup, Fu Qian had already moved forward.

And just a few steps out, one can see that under the tree where Brother Shu Lan once waited, Laurie was even present this time.

...

”You came quickly.”

The trio’s gathering was hardly surprising, as Fu Qian had come here to wait for them.

Perhaps unlike him and Selana, theoretically, Laurie and the others should not have memories from the Realm of the Dead.

But since it was a bond at the level of an oath, the experience there likely left some subconscious impact.

Furthermore, the sudden rise and fall of the storm, not knowing what transpired, coming to Fu Qian for guidance according to their previous agreement was a reasonable choice.

Even though this place was indeed more dangerous.

Even from a distance, how could Sorondir possibly not notice them?

”Follow me.”

Laurie and the others clearly knew that fully mobilizing was a bit reckless; as they hesitated about responding to Fu Qian’s comment, he had already beckoned them to follow.

This...

By this point, after paying, Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist had arrived; following a glance exchanged with Laurie and the others, the trio eventually decided to heed the call, tagging along.

...

”Come in.”

Fortunately, this anxious journey soon ended without venturing too far; Fu Qian stopped in front of a modest courtyard.

Indeed, it was Lady Selana’s resting place.

Considering it was almost impossible for her to reappear in Moore, Fu Qian ruthlessly took it over.

”Sir, it seems someone is following us...”

The place still seemed somewhat unfamiliar; while nonchalantly observing their surroundings, Laurie quietly reminded.

The keen instincts of the Death God’s Favored once again shone through, as Sorondir was discovered despite the level suppression.

”It’s fine, just ignore him.”

Regarding Laurie’s concern, Fu Qian casually waved it off, with a response that could only be described as overwhelmingly authoritative.

”Understood... we’re ashamed to admit that coming over this time isn’t due to a special discovery. It’s simply because the previous storm was peculiar; something seemed to happen, so it seems we’re obliged to fulfill our agreement with Yasui...”

As a prestigious member of the Rebirth Club, Fu Qian’s words carried a persuasive weight; Laurie visibly relaxed, then expressed a bit of embarrassment about their intention.

”But you haven’t taken any action?”

Fu Qian nodded, noncommittal.

”No... before doing so, I felt it necessary to confirm with you—”

Laurie’s posture was spot on, suggesting they hadn’t rushed to strike but sought Fu Qian’s decision instead.

But halfway through speaking, he seemed to realize something, staring around with wide eyes, swallowing the remaining words.

Indeed, leveraging this special locale, Greedy Worms not only hid too well for Lady Selana to find but even gleaned a lot of information through reverse sensing... like what the residence looks like?

Completely understanding why Laurie reacted so, Fu Qian thought to himself.

After all, bringing them here was precisely for this point, to confirm the relationship between the Ancient Angel and the Rebirth Club.