When Sun Miao appeared before Cheng Shi again, the wise man was undoubtedly furious.
The Fate Weaver's return without a scratch meant he had dealt with the Beast Tamer properly. But when something this satisfying had happened, why hadn't he let Sun Miao vent his anger too!?
What had happened to the trust between two vice presidents of the History School? What about the friendship forged through their trades of divine information?
Also, how had he dealt with the Beast Tamer and ensured he wouldn't resurrect?
Sun Miao was bursting with questions, but when he saw the look on Cheng Shi's face—as if he had dug a pit and was waiting for Sun Miao to jump into it—he hesitated for a moment. He chose not to ask and merely snorted heavily.
"Should I thank you for letting me out?"
Cheng Shi was amused by the Folly in his words and nodded repeatedly. "If you wish to, I won't refuse."
"..." Sun Miao's anger made even his nostrils tremble, but soon he scrutinized Cheng Shi suspiciously. "Something's wrong. Since you've already dealt with everything, that means this trial has completely lost its meaning for us.
"But after letting me out, you neither said goodbye nor suggested what we should do next. What are you plotting?
"Are you feeling sentimental because you personally brought an old matter to an end?
"Forget it, Vice President Cheng. From my brief contact with you, I can tell that you aren't someone who dwells on the past. Besides, the person you'd be reminiscing about is Du Qiyu.
"What do you want me to do?
"What? Isn't that it? You're standing in front of me without saying anything. Aren't you just waiting for me to bring up what I need to do for you?
"You at least