"Welcome."
The room was still arranged as familiarly as ever, but Yuan Fang, seated on the large reclining chair, was much more reticent than before facing the entering Fu Qian.
He greeted him with his back turned, and only after a moment did he shift his gaze back and size up the newcomer.
In terms of flamboyance, Fu Qian's appearance was in no way inferior compared to the last time.
"Hello."
Facing the Prophet's scrutiny, Fu Qian walked forward on his own accord.
This time, however, he did not sit down; instead, he went straight to the balcony and joined Yuan Fang in observing the world outside the window.
It's important to be considerate of others; sitting down with his body covered in sticky spiderwebs would surely ruin the sofa.
"What shall I call you?"
This behavior was excessively natural, and it was nearly half a minute before Yuan Fang stared deeply into Fu Qian's face and finally asked.
"Andiel."
"Yuan Fang, or you may call me the Prophet."
