Hi!
Fu Qian offered a graceful greeting, maintaining his persona, even as he apologized for the abrupt intrusion.
Unfortunately, given his current appearance, the goodwill didn't seem to land well.
"Who's there?!"
After the initial shock wore off, the disturbed individual reacted with extreme intensity, immediately turning around and grabbing an oddly shaped brass firearm, aiming it directly at him.
"Relax. If you don't sleep well at night, you might catch a glimpse of something unclean, that's all."
Fu Qian offered nonchalant reassurance, unbothered by the hostility.
We members of the Bloodline Clan are reasonable, after all. First, this small house's door was shut tightly—I was the one who trespassed.
Second, the disturbed individual clearly had something peculiar going on as well.
The black robe that should've been worn was hung to the side, leaving this woman who gazed at the stars entirely bare, her unvarnished sincerity practically palpable.
