Huai Shi had originally worried that the moment Ying Fangzhou saw the forces of Hell and the Abyss, he would immediately fly into a berserk rage, heedless of everything else, stuff Huai Shi into his pocket, charge in and out seven times, and put on a display of peerless magnificence. Then, after making the King of Withered's heart flutter and getting her to order that no arrows be fired, he would return to the Ivory Tower and toss Huai Shi to that Old Turtle Russell for a couple of falls.
But now, it seemed things were not as bad as he had feared.
Though Ying Fangzhou made no attempt to hide his hatred for Hell, he had retained his reason. He even seemed more reasonable than before?
"Then..." Huai Shi asked for instructions. "Shall we get going?"
"What else?" Ying Fangzhou countered. "Staying is fine too. Are you expecting a dead man like me to command you?"
"Ahem, then let's go!"
Huai Shi slapped his thigh. "Prepare to withdraw immediately!"
After their brief time together, combined with his prior experience, Huai Shi had more or less figured out Ying Fangzhou's temperament. The Book of Destiny's notes already contained a new way of dealing with him.
Simply put, go with the grain.
Flattery and praise would not work. What he hated most was consideration and weakness. No matter how much one indulged him, if one could not demonstrate one's own worth, one would never earn his approval or recognition.
On the contrary, what he liked best was strength that feared no authority, and decisiveness without confusion or hesitation, even when it meant slighting authority or refuting him.
Although he had plenty of complaints about Huai Shi dragging him up and making him a tool against his will, at most he would