You know the saying, knowing shame makes one braver.
The seemingly precarious and unreal eyes maddenedly flickered at Fu Qian’s last provocative remark.
Yet, following that, the expansion somehow stabilized.
Watching this scene, Fu Qian couldn’t help but feel deeply gratified.
"Sorry, I don’t understand what Ming King means."
But as for the person involved, the dream owner, the "Jiang En" in front couldn’t help but speak up.
"Pinning that Bloodline Clan’s name on me is one thing, but impersonating me face-to-face seems a bit too much, doesn’t it?"
"It does sound quite excessive indeed."
In response to this accusation, Fu Qian offered an "oh" and began to explain quite amiably.
"Don’t mind it, just a joke to see off a partner."
"That vampire who’s been around for so long without much progress, how could they compare to you?"
"Only on the name of pure blood, even backed by a vast family resource, achieving merely that much."
"Being compared to such a thing, honestly, even I can’t stand it, it’s a great insult to your reputation—"
"Enough!"
The indignation from the Grand Fate Ming Emperor was abruptly interrupted, even as the praised object, North’s Jiangen still gritted his teeth.
"Could it be that you don’t wish to vilify your opponent? So dignified and noble indeed."
Fu Qian, seeing this, expressed admiration, and even through the mask, couldn’t conceal his respect.
"But I am merely speaking the truth from my heart. If we were to switch places, with your talent and skills, there wouldn’t even be talks of dual talents of Shangjing."
"Honestly, that person’s progress is so slow that I can’t even tell how he’s better than a mixed-blood vampire."
"I told you to shut up!"
This time, it was already a furious roar, as "Jiang En" looked like he was about to rush forward and fight.
However, as his gaze momentarily settled on the headcage, he seemed to realize he might have fallen into a trap, stopping dead in his tracks.
"How did you know? I absolutely didn’t show any flaws."
Even so, he clearly no longer harbors any expectations about certain possibilities and speaks directly, once more laying his cards on the table.
...
Yes, still resilient and adaptable.
Fu Qian also nodded again in appreciation.
Of course, what reassured him the most was that the unreal eyes representing the dream’s stability even began to close slowly.
In the face of the sad reality of powerlessness, Brother Tyler obviously began to accept and enjoy it.
What he didn’t know was, in fact, that he actually had the strength to resist.
Had he really charged forward earlier on, I would have only had one arm left to fight with.
It’s unfortunate; under such "meticulous" thinking, he didn’t dismiss the possibility of being lured here, aiming to reclaim the headcage.
Anyway, my control over this dream has grown once again.
As for why I started suspecting his identity?
Actually, it began the moment the dream started.
Earlier, observing the victim on the bed from head to toe was certainly not about appreciating the human curves—it was the face’s contours that I was admiring.
Monks don’t lie; that "not the first encounter" remark is indeed true.
The young face on the bed, I actually saw it once—on the night Ember met his end, when someone drank too much and laid on a bench as bait for Tyler’s ambush.
And considering both the true culprit and the victims are imagined by the dream owner.
For the supposedly deceased victim to bear such a face, Fu Qian couldn’t possibly avoid suspecting that young Bloodline Clan outstanding talent.
Especially after confirming "Jiang En’s" intent.
The bunch of Greedy Worm waiting to feast on carrion, there’s no way they would let Jiang En face a penniless predicament.
If the latter did have some obsession, it likely wouldn’t be on this matter.
Besides, Fu Qian clearly remembers that the information regarding Jiang En participating in secret gatherings was also relayed to him by Brother Tyler.
Even as his peer, someone who has somewhat lost his color, he still pays significant attention.
So with the assumption that Jiang En is fake, his overly natural reaction to the deliberately mentioned "important person" term, actually increased Tyler’s suspicion once more.
...
Oh!
Facing Tyler, who almost confessed his identity, Fu Qian heaved a long sigh.
"Even Gulad, an ancient transcendent family spanning thousands of years, should their descendants not put a little more effort to maintain the family reputation?"