Facing an Ancient God for a Year

"Is there still someone on the way? That’s alright, we can wait a little longer, let’s try to let more people hear the Gospel."

Scarlet long feathers moved without wind, facing the silent Lady Raven, Fu Qian continued to speak with gentle concern, exhibiting a gracious mentor demeanor.

Unfortunately, the other party didn’t seem to appreciate it, continuing to stare at his face as if looking at an alien.

"Who exactly are you? What is your true purpose?"

While uttering these two questions, Lady Raven’s originally stern face elongated slightly again, becoming rigid like a mask.

Having no further denial about someone being on the way was at least comforting, advancing the topic further.

"What I am, that’s a good question."

Fu Qian did not hide his satisfaction, taking a deep breath, his features rapidly transformed.

Scratch!

Once again changing into Herbert, this time he didn’t choose red eyes and fangs, but rather spent extravagantly to pull out a pair of menacing wings from his back.

At the same time, he maintained his individuality by not choosing the common bat wings of the Bloodline Clan, retaining the Angel Dungeon’s wingless form.