When Ji Yicheng angrily demanded an explanation, Fu Qian had answered honestly.
But the truth really was the most hurtful thing. After hearing it, Ji Yicheng glared at Fu Qian as if Fu Qian had murdered his father, trembling all over.
Was it really necessary to be so dramatic?
Under that furious stare, Fu Qian's brow furrowed beneath his mask.
Hearing an assessment like that, shouldn't he have been overjoyed? Yes, I'm worthless. So I'll tell you everything I know, just please spare my miserable life?
Was his sense of self-worth really more important than his life?
"You think you have the upper hand, so you can humiliate me with impunity?"
But Ji Yicheng was no pushover. Despite his overwhelming humiliation and rage, after a bout of trembling, he somehow settled into an eerie calm and spoke slowly, one word at a time.
"Isn't that right?"
Fu Qian sounded puzzled.
What was with the attitude, even now?
Fu Qian's answer made Ji Yicheng's breath catch again.
It did seem to be true, after all. He was completely at Fu Qian's mercy.
And, come to think of it, he himself had done the same thing more than once.
Especially to a lunatic like the one before him.
"No..."
But after a desperate struggle within himself, Ji Yicheng finally shook his head.
"You're not worthy of that. There are things you can never understand."
As he made this solemn declaration, Ji Yicheng slowly descended from the air. But he didn't stop there. He crouched lower until he was down on one knee, then reached out and pressed his right hand to the ground.
Phase two? That's not quite the right pose for it.
Fu Qian watched his every move with great care, determined not to miss a single detail.
Even when