Swaggering.
They say true strongmen never need to shout.
Su Gao's answer was neither serious nor flippant. It even seemed a little illogical.
Yet that final, quiet sentence left Nepheli speechless.
It would naturally be best if you came forward of your own accord and lived in peace with us. But if you did nothing and simply hid, that gap would still be filled in.
First, this situation had already been deemed the work of a troublemaker. Second, the troublemaker was bound to die. So the problem would be solved.
Whether anyone had discovered where the person was or who they were at the time would have no effect on the final outcome.
There was certainly plenty to argue against if one wanted to nitpick, but that absolute confidence—so characteristic of Su Zhiyan, expressed with such calm—won Fu Qian's approval while seemingly leaving the person in question nearly unable to keep her eyes open.
Not only that, even the two women beside her were caught in the crossfire.
Both Yuan Shan and Wen Li fell silent for a while, gazing out the car window as if contemplating life.
"Now I believe it really is you..."
The subtle atmosphere lingered for nearly half a minute, while the view outside remained unchanged: a deserted street shrouded in white mist.
And amid that scene, so remote and solitary, Nepheli finally got her emotions under control.
When she spoke again, she had no doubts left about Su Gao's identity.
"But how could someone like you end up trapped in a place like this?"
Then came her confusion.
"Or to put it another way, I can't imagine anything that could hold you here."
Wasn't that a bit too much praise? Was Su Gao really so famous within the Native Council, too?
Nepheli's words were