Journey to the West's Revolver

Fu Qian gracefully removed his skull, as if a gentleman were taking off his hat to pay respects.
…
Everything began with a transcended-dimension invitation.
It's a story of a high-quality Thug turning the impossible into the possible.
Of course, on that day, the great being behind the invitation was still unaware of what it had done.

Facing an Ancient God for a Year

In the bookstore, Selana held the sphere, her expression vacant as though her mind couldn't catch up.


Fu Qian didn't even look up, concentrating on tinkering with his left arm.


The moment he freed himself from there, the flesh had started to regenerate, and by now, pink buds of flesh were sprouting at the site of the wound.


Even so, returning to normal would clearly take some time.


"I know it's the Ancestor, but why was there only one person?"


Selana's condition wasn't much better; the wound on her back was still bloody.


However, she clearly wasn't in the mood to focus on that, murmuring softly to herself in response to Fu Qian's answer.


Halfway through her mumbling, she noticed Fu Qian's peculiar look.


"So you admit that was indeed your Ancestor?"


Under Fu Qian's merciless reminder, Selana stood frozen in place for a full five seconds.


Eventually, she steadied her mind with a will honed over centuries, accepting the reality.


Chapter 920: The Subject of the Conversation