Hmph, is there anything I cannot do?
Even the Wanderer searching for his wife finds it hard to remain calm, evident by the shock of his discovery.
As for what exactly was discovered?
Fu Qian adjusted his only remaining left shoulder, appearing as though his injuries were just healed, stretching his muscles and bones.
In fact, that's precisely the case; losing an arm is one thing, but the unique accumulation of ghost claw attacks on his body had been cleared.
All around his feet, whether ice or rock, everything seemed to be tainted with an air of desecration—
Fu Qian did the same action as the Wanderer, radiating that unique accumulation from his transformed wound.
"Did you go to the Abyss to look for your wife?"
Ignoring the Wanderer's shock, Fu Qian continued with another question in the next moment.
Yes, the key lies in the Abyss.
As his wound disappeared earlier, Fu Qian pondered where that hint of familiarity, aside from madness and corruption, came from.
