"Very well."
Maintaining the same interval, when Dorian managed to knock for the fourth time, Fu Qian finally nodded slightly and let go, allowing him to fall.
No surprise, as a pragmatic atheist, his level of composure is commendable.
The reason for the change in actions earlier was simple; before the counter-attack was complete, he realized that a person who could grasp the neck like that was not someone he could handle using body techniques.
Thus, almost instantly, he decided to express his restrained posture and willingness to communicate in this way.
Even though the communication had actually finished.
Fu Qian believed this casual hint would greatly help him recognize his own situation.
"...Who are you really? I'm looking forward to your good news."
As expected, upon landing, Dorian only struggled to utter a few words before quickly correcting himself and refrained from asking any more impolite questions.
