Hmm?
This sudden voice took Fu Qian by complete surprise.
He was certain that the voice came from his own consciousness and had nothing to do with Gan Zuoxun nearby.
It was a woman's voice, and for some reason, it even sounded a bit familiar.
Fu Qian lowered his head thoughtfully, and in just a few seconds, the skin on his hands turned dull and pale, his presence seeming to diminish along with it.
Fu Qian was not surprised by this.
The Discoloration Curse—he had already experienced it twice before.
However, he wasn't sure if it was due to his ascension to demigod status, but that sense of rejection felt much clearer than before.
While pondering, Fu Qian faintly perceived something unusual; the light in front of him appeared to brighten a bit.
Realizing something, Fu Qian looked up and found that next to the sun, which was now reduced to a slender ring, a pale blue moon had emerged.
This... was a bit too fantastical, wasn't it?
