At Fu Qian's demand, Ji Yicheng perked up considerably.
What he feared was that Fu Qian really was some kind of lunatic who would kill him without rhyme or reason.
After all, judging from their previous encounters, this man was not only mysterious, but had countless tricks up his sleeve.
If he truly set his mind to killing someone, he could pose a genuine threat to Ji Yicheng's life.
As long as he was willing to negotiate, everything could be worked out.
So Ji Yicheng readily showed his sincerity.
"Mainly, I'm not entirely sure what I want to know. Fortunately, we have plenty of time, so why don't you gather your thoughts and consider what you can tell me?"
Unfortunately, Fu Qian's reply was quite ambiguous.
Given how desperately Ji Yicheng wanted to survive, he was being so cooperative that not taking advantage of him would be a waste.
What could he tell him...
Fu Qian's words made Ji Yicheng's breath catch. He realized that he had been too eager and had put himself at a disadvantage.
That was certainly a bad position to be in, but the alternative might cost him more than he could afford.
He still had a bright future ahead of him. No matter what, he couldn't die—not even take the slightest risk.
So what would this man be interested in?
Ji Yicheng looked at Fu Qian, hoping he would give him a hint.
But Fu Qian just stood there without making another move.
Even his face was hidden behind a mask, so Ji Yicheng couldn't see his expression.
That unusual stillness felt unbearably oppressive.
It was as if it were constantly reminding him that his life was hanging by a thread, and Ji Yicheng found it agonizing.
"You seem very interested in that underground ruin.