Calamity Strikes (9)
No wonder they said that shame came before courage.
The illusory eyes, which had been on the verge of wavering, began flickering wildly at Fu Qian's final, pointed provocation.
But then their expansion somehow stabilized.
Watching this unfold, Fu Qian was naturally quite pleased.
"Sorry, I don't understand what you mean, Ming King."
But the "Jiang En" before him—the one at the heart of this dream—finally couldn't help speaking up.
"Putting that vampire's name on me is one thing. Isn't impersonating me right in front of me a bit much?"
"Sounds like it, sure."
Faced with the accusation, Fu Qian gave a casual "oh" and began explaining himself.
"Don't mind it. I was just joking around to bid farewell to a partner."
"That vampire who lived for so long without making any real progress couldn't possibly compare to you, sir."
"He had nothing but the title of pureblood and a massive family fortune behind him, yet he barely achieved that much."
"Being mentioned in the same breath as such a sorry specimen—even I can't stand for it. It's a disgrace to your reputation—"
"Enough!"
The Great Fortune Ming King's righteous indignation was abruptly cut off. Despite being the one receiving the praise, Jiang En of Northern Shangjing still looked ready to grind his teeth to dust.
"Could it be that you're unwilling to disparage your opponent? What admirable integrity."
Fu Qian praised him, unable to conceal his admiration even behind the mask.
"But I'm absolutely telling the truth. If the roles were reversed, someone of your talent and ability would never have been called one of Shangjing's two prodigies."
"Honestly, the other one's progress has been so slow, I couldn't even tell how much stronger he was than a mixed-blood vampire—"
"I said shut up!"
This time,