As his facial features transformed, Fu Qian's body twisted and rapidly contracted, ultimately becoming a withered old man.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...
It seemed that this time, Ariel stood there, lost in thought, for an even longer period.
"So that's how it is!"
After a long while, Ariel examined the blood-stained right claw of Fu Qian, revealing a meaningful smile.
"The Rebirth Club has actually joined forces with the Night Watchman?"
"It seems my face is quite recognizable."
Fu Qian also let out an indistinctly cold laugh.
"As long as there is a common goal, anyone can come together."
As he spoke, he took a deep breath, and the wounds on his body slowly healed.
"Truly remarkable!"
Ariel appeared to be utterly unfazed.
"Just relying on Limb Attachment and integration, you've managed to ascend to the level of a demigod. It seems you not only faked your death and escaped in the last incident, but you even gained some benefits."