Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Although extremely unstable, that cluster of colors remained cohesive and undispersed, even seeming alive as it climbed up the body along the fingers.

Fu Qian did not resist, allowing it to envelop his entire body, and in a blink of an eye, it was as if he had donned a dazzling, colorful outfit.

"Vivian... is that you?"

Without caring about matters of taste, Fu Qian gazed straight ahead. His sealed mouth still did not speak, but a voice echoed in his consciousness.

Despite being in a state of dazed torment, the joy within was unmistakably hard to suppress.

"You really came back... disguised as a little fish... After all these years, you still have so much vigor..."

"There are a lot more little fish outside, did you do that..."

"I secretly let some go, I hope you won’t blame me..."

"I’m sorry, I know when I left you told me to hide well and not to do these things again, but I really miss you too much... They carry your scent on them..."

"I was very careful, only allowing one in after a long time, so the voice outside wouldn’t discover it... You’ve already subdued it, haven’t you? I knew you could..."

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