Last time he parted, Old Master Logan had truly undergone a tremendous transformation.
Fu Qian eyed the mass of muscle and bone with a sigh of lament.
The old man had lost control at that time due to his recklessness, facing the True God that had descended upon Ariel, but when he was rescued, he still bore some semblance of a human.
Now, at a glance, his body, even larger than that of a Demigod Puppet, was almost devoid of human features.
The only consolation was that he seemed relatively calm and didn't struggle or howl.
Listening to Xiumeng and the others' conversation, the Night Watchman must have tried every possible method, to no avail, which is why they risked coming here.
In truth, although the Hunting Squad was extremely vigilant towards him, Fu Qian was not bored enough to cause any trouble.
He was even curious about how Xiumeng planned to use the "fire" to save Logan—good heavens, were the Night Watchmen all rough and rash as well?
