After sending the Time-Space Administration Bureau packing, Fang Zheng stopped paying attention to what happened over there. Whether the Time-Space Administration Bureau lived or died was up to them. If they wanted to live, they should keep their heads down and stop looking for trouble. If they wanted to die—heh, did they really think the Azure Fleet was harmless?
In fact, Fang Zheng had already made preparations. Based on his guesses, if the Time-Space Administration Bureau was as he imagined, then they definitely would not let this go. After all, this was the real world, not some innocent, adorable Magical Girl anime. The Time-Space Administration Bureau would never tolerate some unknown backwater organization suddenly popping up and picking a fight with them for no reason.
It was just like in a wuxia novel. Even if you, the protagonist, had mastered peerless martial arts, who on the street would know your name? Even little thugs could bully you, and the heads of the five great sects certainly would not take you seriously.
If you wanted to become famous, the best way was to charge straight up Blackwood Cliff after leaving the mountains and O then X Eastern Unbeaten in front of everyone, then O and X again. That would guarantee your name spread across the land, letting you sweep through all eight directions and six realms. After that, no one on the streets would dare oppose you.
In Fang Zheng's eyes, the Time-Space Administration Bureau was Eastern Unbeaten atop Blackwood Cliff, and he was just waiting for them to come crawling over so he could pin them to the ground, grind them down, chop them apart, then shove a wooden stick in through their chrysanthemum and out through their mouths before roasting them over a fire with cumin and salt in