Is it not even a case of old friends meeting but not recognizing each other?
One of life's pleasures is when someone you admire for so long actually calls you by your alias.
Though the reaction might be a bit slow, Lord Rom can even recognize the Tyrant. It's quite a delightful progress.
Although this joy seems hard to empathize with; the moment after recognizing the person, small crystals begin to stain with blood on Rom's still-not-fully-stretched-out body.
Everywhere else is fine, but such a change at the head looks entirely like reddened eyes, giving the feeling of entering a berserk state.
Is this an acute reaction?
Although there's no direct attack, just by looking, one can tell it's hard to catch up on old times. Fu Qian couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
This is still understandable.
To have something follow you wherever you go, untouchable and unbeatable, solely targeting your plans to ruin them.
