Who are you, elder brother?
Fu Qian looked at the excited man in front of him.
A white collar, a shirt and trousers with a coffee-colored robe—if he were holding a book, he'd be the spitting image of a priest.
From the reactions of the people around him, it was clear that this priest was quite prestigious here.
With his recent exclamation, Fu Qian felt the gazes on him turn fervently intense.
"Is it truly Dragon Feast? The Sequence that disappeared for decades?"
The lady in the trench coat looked at the priest, her expression gravely serious.
"Trust me, Baroness, there's no mistake—the Blue Circular Fine Scales, starting from the limbs and torso..."
The priest's voice was trembling.
"After so many years, finally, a Sequence has returned!"
Hisss!
The woman known as the Baroness took a deep breath.
"I think it's best if we verify it first, so we don't end up empty-handed and happy for nothing."
Mm-hmm!