To hell with your damn "funding"!
Fu Qian's comment left Embo dumbstruck, and once Yuan Shan came to her senses, she looked ready to tear her hair out.
At a time like this, he was still cracking jokes!
"Embo?"
Knowing Fu Qian's style, though, she didn't try to correct him. Instead, she fixed her gaze on the three-meter-tall mass and asked through gritted teeth.
"Chief Yuan..."
Embo seemed just as eager to move on from a topic he didn't know how to respond to, and answered promptly.
"I'm sorry to meet you in this form. I'm... extremely honored."
His tone shifted with remarkable speed. He started by apologizing, but by the end, he was chuckling.
"But you can probably tell that I'm in a very bad mood."
Yuan Shan hadn't refused to talk, but her killing intent was still boiling.
"You need to explain what's going on."
"Of course... of course!"
Embo let out another string of low laughter.
"But before that, there are a few things I need to take care of."
As he spoke, he stepped forward and took a deep breath.
Like a storm sweeping everything away, all the dregs that the Law Remnants had nearly finished purifying converged on him.
The people who had still been struggling fell silent all at once. Their bodies went limp, and they collapsed in a heap.
It wasn't over yet. Embo snapped his fingers again, and something miraculous happened.
The red moonlight that had originally blanketed the surroundings began to contract, until it was confined to the grounds of the estate.
"That's much better."
Having finished, Embo continued looking at Yuan Shan through the railing.
"Grantham mentioned earlier that Chief Yuan was planning to pay me a visit."
"It's a little earlier than I expected, but if you don't mind...