It really was him.
Was I really that hated?
Taking in Jia Yi's every reaction, Fu Qian couldn't help sighing inwardly.
He was even wearing a mask, and Jia Yi had recognized him from that far away.
And unlike last time, when he'd chosen to let things slide, this time—
After recognizing him as a mentor at the academy, Jia Yi had gone straight to the Night Watchers with the matter. He clearly wanted to make a big deal of it and make sure Fu Qian couldn't get away with it.
No wonder he was a leader. He'd mastered the art of scheming. What was that saying again—just how dangerous could a crafty person be?
Of course, the scene before him called for a different version: just how dangerous could a crafty person who wasn't afraid to die be?
Evil Lust really did rot your brain. I'd been right all along!
Meeting the man's eyes as he struggled to appear calm, Fu Qian's lips slowly curled into a smile. Even behind the mask, it was easy to tell he was grinning.
"What exactly happened here?"
Lanaia had now come to a stop beside them. With everyone watching, she glared coldly at Fu Qian.
That was the difference between people!
In response to the questioning, Fu Qian couldn't help sighing inwardly again.
Lanaia's expression was stern, but it was obvious she was here to get him out of trouble. The fact that she'd cut Hu Mingyi off and told Fu Qian to explain himself said it all.
Although none of the people in the hall were supernatural, they were all sharp as tacks. Even with Evil Lust addling their brains, they were still adept at reading the room.
So most of the audience could see exactly what Lanaia's attitude meant.
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