By the time Tan Ying and her companion returned, Fu Qian had already left.
Having completed his own test, and with Tan Ying receiving her reward, their transaction was clear and settled. Whatever followed was no longer of his concern.
After all, what he provided Tan Ying with was merely an opportunity, her subsequent decisions and realizations were entirely up to her.
This was a matter of courtesy.
However, Fu Qian did not go home after leaving; he soon found a concealed corner nearby and activated the mark on his wrist.
While home was a place to relax, it was a bit too noisy for his tastes.
Great skills come from diligence, and idleness leads to failure; considering the day was growing bright, it was time to attend to his business.
Upon entering the warehouse, Fu Qian immediately located the Emissary's Mask and casually placed it on his face.
As the scene shifted, he sat up on the second-floor bed of the bookstore and reached over to turn on the lamp.
Hmm?
