Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1386: Chapter 1384: Friend’s Tea

“Alright.”

Amidst the mass of flesh and blood, the legs that were ripped apart had neither skin nor a shape that could avoid being grotesque.

However, as the Witch scrutinized the gradually independent Seventh Apostle, she did not hide her gratification despite her regret.

“Recovery is faster than expected. You must understand that you were in terrible condition then, and I only managed to gather most of the fragments.”

“Just skill, really, plenty of experience.”

Fu Qian casually remarked with modesty in response, cautiously adjusting his center of gravity and balance, not even wasting resources in a rush to regenerate the skin on his legs.

Along the way, although there wasn’t much difference in appearance, the chaotic state of his body finally showed slight improvement.

Simple shapeshifting flesh meant nothing to Fu Qian.

The price of recklessly overusing the drunken stupor mode, coupled with previous damages, was the collapse of his essential self.

When his consciousness first returned, it was almost as if his DNA had been trampled.

Though the Witch made it sound easy, the effort she expended was no small feat.

He might have looked like a shapeshifting insect that failed, but now that he adjusted, he realized that aside from the left arm he’d swallowed and an eyeball tossed away as a coordinate marker, his essential self had remained largely intact.

Of course, the greatest asset of this journey, the Eye Within the Eye, was already exhausted, leaving not a trace behind.

“I can tell.”

Recognizing Fu Qian’s modesty, the Witch was quite supportive, acknowledging him without haste and standing there patiently guarding him.

And Fu Qian didn’t seem to care about appearances either—after a brief adjustment to ensure stability in his walk, he signaled the Witch to continue.

Of course, he demonstrated his abundant experience by casually putting leg armor over his legs, even though the skin hadn’t grown back yet.

…

“Indeed, it’s livelier than before.”

Walking side by side without a destination, the Witch appeared more relaxed, responding to Fu Qian’s assessment of “this place isn’t bad.”

Despite both being non-human, she was far more elegant.

Fu Qian was well aware that her injuries were far more severe than his own.

Before coming to protect him, the Witch had already been involved in a month-long conflagration on the other side.

The fact that she managed to conveniently preserve the liveliness before him in such a situation was truly a breathtaking display of power.

“You didn’t retain the nightmares as well, did you? The intensity might become exaggerated later if so.”

At the same time, Fu Qian thought of another point.

“More accurately, I didn’t specifically remove them.”

The Witch straightforwardly acknowledged Fu Qian’s speculation while correcting a detail.

“At that time, my state was insufficient to support doing too many things. The reason I was able to preserve this place was partly due to the law and its corresponding relationship.”

“Additionally, I happened to leave behind a painting. Although at the time, my initial intention was merely to sustain the existence of the outside world a little longer.”

“In short, all I did then was to reinforce the painting and guide the establishment of the corresponding relationship.”

“I see. It looks like the revival of my Dark Moon Sect is imminent.”

As the situation became clearer, Fu Qian nodded slightly while instantly thinking about the grand plan for development.

Under the Witch’s control, even someone with minimal thinking capacity could understand that those nightmares couldn’t stir up anything significant; they would simply become the wild mobs consolidating the reputation of this newly born faith.

Although he himself didn’t even have heels at the moment.

Realizing this, Fu Qian made a quick adjustment, increasing his humanoid attributes by 0.1%.

…

“It’s a pity so much has happened these days, leaving me somewhat physically and mentally exhausted.”

The Witch seemed uninterested in the talk of revival, instead gesturing to their surroundings.

It was easy to see that the area they walked in ought to be a bustling commercial district, but at that moment, every shop building was closed and dark, devoid of life.

True enough, enduring our torment wasn’t a one-time affair, let alone facing the monumental doom projection of Armageddon.

The impact on commerce wasn’t something easily annulled.

Reflecting on his actions of the past few days, Fu Qian found himself wholeheartedly agreeing with the Witch, but…

The next moment he suddenly stopped, scrutinizing a particular direction.

“What’s wrong?”

Following his gaze, there stood an unassuming street-side shop, with the Witch evidently certain there was nothing special inside.

“One of the most direct benefits of having many people is the variety of mortal delicacies available. Want to have a drink?”

Fu Qian didn’t seem to be on alert, even squeezing a smile from his constantly adjusting face.

“Of course, but isn’t that a bookstore?”

While the Witch naturally agreed, she was slightly puzzled by Fu Qian’s proposal.

“I just have a feeling that such a shop should have some decent drinks.”

Fu Qian had already made his way forward.

The unremarkable small shop appeared to have been closed for a long time, the lock on the door even slightly rusty.

However, Fu Qian didn’t rudely break in; he didn’t even use master-level unlocking skills, just took a look around nearby.

By the time the Witch caught up, he had found a key hidden near the window.

Without saying much, the Witch silently watched the scene until Fu Qian genuinely entered the shop, effortlessly finding a well-packaged red tea amid the musty smell of books, and starting to busy himself single-handedly.

…

“Sorry for the wait.”

The Temple Knight’s brewing skills seemed surprisingly adept.

It didn’t take long before an elegantly fashioned ceramic cup was pushed in front of them.

“It tastes good. How did you know there would be a key hidden nearby?”

Observing Fu Qian, who in such a short time had already assumed a human form, the Witch couldn’t contain her curiosity.

“Because it was a gift from a friend named Rosetta.”

As Fu Qian answered, he fiddled with a card in his hand.

It was placed alongside the tea earlier.

“Due to special reasons, she was forced to traverse through incredible time and space.”

“In her moments of suffering, she enjoyed gambling to win a small shop wherever she went, leaving a gift for friends inside and hiding the key.”

“I wasn’t entirely sure earlier, just thought if I were her, this small shop would be particularly fitting, and it did seem closed for a long time, somewhat unusual compared to the surroundings…”

“Though the name written isn’t exactly right, I don’t think she would mind.”

As he spoke, Fu Qian unfolded the card and placed it there, displaying simple handwriting—

[Dear Bernard,

This is indeed a beautiful place, for dreaming only takes but a minute, making discernment easier than ever before.

Sweet dreams and may reality follow your dreams]

…

“It tastes very good.”

After reading the card contents, the Witch savored Rosetta’s tea for a while before earnestly giving her verdict.

Along with the ceramic cup returned to the table were various items, large and small, she had temporarily kept moments ago.

After laying them all out, her tone changed slightly.

“Is it about time?”

“Just about.”

“Then you should return.”