"You're back."
Su Gao watched Fu Qian's face intently until he settled back into his seat, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
"Was I gone long?"
Fu Qian surveyed the surroundings; everything, including Su Gao's sitting posture, remained unchanged from when he had left.
By saying that, it really seemed like she had been waiting there, motionless.
"Just for a little while."
Su Gao shook her head slightly.
"You seem a bit different."
Huh?
Fu Qian wasn't quite sure how Su Gao had noticed.
At this moment, his condition had stabilized, and his injuries had mostly healed.
As for his ranking, though the ritual was completed ahead of schedule, he was still very much a demigod at his core.
So was it because he had "prematurely anchored the divine position," or because he had lost one hundred and forty SAN Points in one go?
