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

Lord Orintel, the Sect envoy, while far from being sharp-sighted, at least cooperated reasonably well with the guidance provided.


Looking at Jane lying on the ceiling, Fu Qian let out a word of praise, greatly pleased by this development.


Admittedly, today had been rather unfortunate for the noblewoman.


But on the bright side, her exquisite silk nightgown, which was clearly affected as part of the whole anomaly, now also hung "suspended" on the ceiling.


Otherwise, with everyone gazing upward, the scene would have been quite indecent.


This incident further substantiated his earlier observations—the effect of the decree acted upon a conceptual target rather than the mundane physical definitions of flesh and blood.


Fu Qian was reasonably confident that even under such supernatural circumstances, if a blood sample were taken from Jane for Insight, the results would be entirely normal.


Chapter 1276: Loss of Image (20)