Although he was only one drop in a sea of bloodshed, Fu Qian still remembered Ji Yicheng, a man who cherished talent.
That bloated angel form after he broke out of the cocoon had truly been an eye-popping sight.
He was young and capable, and it was understandable that the Ji Clan would grieve the loss of such a son.
So now I'm disguised as a murderer, walking right into their trap?
"Ji Yicheng?"
Still lost in thought, Fu Qian showed no trace of guilt as he asked outright.
"You know about him?"
Ji Liushuang was secretly startled. This man clearly knew a great deal about the Ji Clan.
"How could an academic not pay attention to a place as unusual as the wasteland?"
Fu Qian spoke as if it were obvious.
He didn't believe that Andir, the demigod who had sold Ji Yicheng without a second thought, wouldn't have made a big show of searching for him afterward.
So this probably wasn't any great secret. It was fine to bring it up to intimidate them.
He slipped in an emphasis on his identity without making it obvious. What a formidable character!
Even more wary now, Ji Liushuang nodded instinctively.
"That's right. In fact, Ji Yicheng is the very person you just met—"
Knock, knock!
The next moment, her words were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Have they confirmed we can come over?"
The female butler's urging followed.
"We can."
Ji Liushuang glanced at Fu Qian. Seeing no objection from him, she answered at once.
Couldn't they wait to hear the rest?
Fu Qian seemed to understand how the people on the other side felt, given the urgency in that urging.
"Shall I push you?"
Seeing that Ji Liushuang was still seated in her wheelchair, he asked