The embodiment of withering, source of plague, midnight nightmare.
In the dark warehouse, Fu Qian, having completed today's task, silently reminisces about that already lost soul.
Although each title sounds more impressive than the last, the most fitting for Brother Huo should still be its name, as its journey could be described as goofy and naive.
Perhaps it has something to do with the experiences of a born divine being, but in Fu Qian's opinion, it somewhat breaks through the lower limits.
As the saying goes, our child is very smart, it's just that they're led astray by others.
Fu Qian tends to use this to explain this anomaly.
That is to say, Brother Huo's behavior along the way is the result of someone turning its mind into mush—even after he helped "purify" it.
As a master of spiritual contamination, Fu Qian knows well that the highest tier of enlightenment techniques is never to force you to accept my thoughts, but to make you accept "your own" thoughts.
