Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2286: Chapter 2281: Taking Responsibility

In social occasions, you could say they are both illusory and real.

Many times, the act of communication itself might be more important than the content of the conversation.

The little episode ended, and Fu Qian ate while sensing the subtle atmosphere around him.

For instance, just now, Grantham’s conversation didn’t have much substance, even the recommended food was rather unconventional, but the key was his unconventional behavior.

Gulad’s development in Shangjing has been rather tortuous.

First, Ember’s overly aggressive actions were noticed, resulting in the direct loss of a demigod.

Then the incident with the Greedy Worm further worsened the situation, not only were many people watching the spectacle, but also some taking advantage to make things worse.

This led to the pitiful situation where Tyler, trying to "pick up the pieces," was handed over to the authorities.

After stubbornly holding on, their relationship with the new city governor undoubtedly entered a harmonious phase, shifting from opposition to support.

But perhaps this harmony with the Night Watchman was evident, whereas the spectators might not clearly understand the subtleties.

If the Night Watchman doesn’t mind, showcasing this kind of harmony is clearly beneficial for Gulad right now.

The only worry might be that Yuan Shan, if disturbed, could be displeased.

However, Yuan Shan’s willingness to honor them with her presence already shows significant recognition of Gan Zuoxun, and his approach demonstrates this.

On the other hand, Grantham chose to greet Fu Qian first, clearly trying to gauge and align with Chief Yuan’s thoughts.

...

Why did Yuan Shan want Fu Qian to accompany her here? Was it really just for food and drink, as she said? Indeed.

Fu Qian didn’t think it was any kind of meticulously planned scheme, it was indeed just Yuan Shan, who originally planned to attend, casually invited him upon seeing him back.

As mentioned before, she didn’t need to be cautious in these kinds of situations.

However, accompanying her provided benefits that went beyond just satisfying appetites.

Grantham wanted the harmony between Gulad and the Night Watchman to be seen, what about the bookstore owner and the Night Watchman?

In so many events in Shangjing, Fu Qian hadn’t overly hidden himself.

Anyone with some intent would know of Fu Qian as a special figure.

But just how special was he?

Similar to Grantham’s concerns, others might not have an accurate grasp of this.

Everyone in worldly society might have an absolute reverence for the Night Watchman, but inevitably some act more impulsively, disrupting his peace for some immature reason.

And regarding this worry, Yuan Shan addressed it simply by bringing him along to make an appearance.

On one hand, Fu Qian had contributed to the Gan Zuoxun incident, so he could see the results of his efforts.

On the other hand, the audience could have a more precise understanding of the boundaries.

A mysterious figure who can accompany the local chief is enough to make people maintain decorum — unless he disturbs others, they shouldn’t disturb him.

Coming to such unquiet places was to ensure greater peace on regular days.

And Grantham chose Fu Qian as the entry point exactly to coordinate this notion —

In Gulad’s perspective, greeting him first wouldn’t displease the Chief of the Night Watchman at all.

This would undoubtedly continue to reinforce the impact on everyone.

The weight might not be heavy, but the sentiment was there at the very least.

It can only be said that Lord Grantham, though not of the highest ranking, has still been dutiful as Shangjing’s person in charge.

And as the oppressor causing such cautious pressure, Fu Qian admitted that the feeling of enjoying power was indeed nice.

"Mr. Fang..."

The next moment got even better.

Having clearly done some serious psychological preparations, just now still showing fluctuating emotions, Mr. Chen Sr. at this moment approached with calm elegance to greet.

...

Pride precedes a fall, and disaster may await.

If Grantham’s prior greeting was about aligning with Chief Yuan,

then Mr. Chen Sr.’s current approach makes this harmony somewhat conspicuous.

Too much is as bad as too little, as his heart isn’t genuinely at peace.

"Hello, Mr. Chen."

However, as the main culprit of this all, Fu Qian consciously bore the pressure of his class, greeting warmly without changing his smile.

"Apologies... I inadvertently overheard you and Chief Yuan talking, you seem interested in cultivation?"

Not disappointing at all, Mr. Chen Sr. similarly showed the responsibility of a leader.

After an internal struggle, he decided to be upfront about matters in front of Yuan Shan.

Even more than just Yuan Shan.

With the influence of the new city governor, many of the supernatural elite in Shangjing had gathered here.

Bringing things to light directly, at least the Night Watchman had to consider the impact — although Chief Yuan seemed completely unbothered.

The latter just cast a casual glance over and went on enjoying the banquet.

Make up nonsense and deal with it yourself.

And Fu Qian easily gleaned the meaning from this.

"Yes, especially the Chen Family’s Opportunity-Attracting Spell."

After deeply understanding the intent, Fu Qian nodded, speaking forthrightly.

"... Well, but... practicing that cultivation technique might only work with our family bloodline."

His genuine approach was moving, candidly addressing the family’s secret techniques.

This kind of reaction delivered a heavy blow to the mental preparation Mr. Chen Sr. had painstakingly accomplished.

But after gritting his teeth through some struggle, he was still unwilling to give up, emphasizing the limitations of the cultivation technique.

Want to practice this skill, certain prerequisites must be met, right?

Fu Qian pondered while stroking his chin, not denying anything.

"That’s why I want to visit your place to see you practice."

...

Ah?

At that moment, Mr. Chen Sr. was a bit dumbfounded.

"To observe at a suitable time, would that be okay?"

Fu Qian didn’t make things difficult for him.

"That’s doable... but I’m worried you might be disappointed, Your Excellency."

Just observing?

Already having lost count of the repetitive mental jumps, Mr. Chen Sr.’s eyes finally contained a sparkle.

This was completely different from what he imagined, making him inadvertently self-deprecate.

"Oh? So, are you doubting my judgment?"

Fu Qian’s expression turned more serious, lightly frowning as he looked over.

...

"So, who is that over there?"

In the cheerful ambiance of the meeting, an academic exchange was easily agreed upon.

And the ever-busy Professor Fu quickly shifted his focus to another project, motioning to the other side.

It must be said, this project appeared much younger, and Fu Qian bet she wouldn’t be over twenty years old.

Youthful features that makeup couldn’t hide, vibrant beneath the long dress, accompanied by unmasked eyes.

Just now, Mr. Chen Sr.’s sudden interjection seemed to leave her somewhat at a loss as she watched, preparing to approach.

"Gan Zuoxun’s precious daughter."

Yuan Shan had clearly noticed this too and reported her name without even raising an eyelid.

Oh? Gan... Baby?

This worldly atmosphere in Shangjing is getting increasingly rich.