In the study, Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the portrait hanging on the wall, then at Fu Qingyang sitting upright, and sighed.
"It's a fine painting, but what a pity!"
Fu Qingyang, who had been about to question him, froze. "What do you mean by that?"
Zhang Yuanqing said sincerely, "No matter how skilled the artist, they could never capture even one-thousandth of Centurion's bearing and handsomeness. That's why it's a pity."
Fu Qingyang looked at him for a few moments and said flatly, "Let's discuss business. Don't waste time on such meaningless banter."
Yet from the subtle changes in his expression, Zhang Yuanqing could tell that he actually enjoyed it.
When Zhang Yuanqing had first entered, Fu Qingyang's brow had been slightly furrowed, clearly weighed down by worries. Now, however, his brows had relaxed, and his expression had softened considerably.
Zhang Yuanqing pulled over a high-backed chair and sat down. Looking at the cold and aloof young master behind the desk, he asked:
"How long will it take the elders to decide how to deal with Xiahou Chi?"
"I can't give you an answer." Fu Qingyang shook his head, then explained:
"Xiahou Chi cannot escape, but he is a direct descendant of the Xiahou Family. Before dealing with him, we must discuss it with the Xiahou Family. Killing him without notice would affect the relationship between our two factions and could even cause a conflict."
So one's position determined one's way of thinking. Zhang Yuanqing nodded to show that he understood.
The elders naturally viewed matters differently from rank-and-file personnel. It would be a problem if they thought the same way.
"So what does Centurion plan to do next?"
Fu Qingyang glanced at him without speaking.
It seemed he had no good solution. Indeed, finding a high-level Spirit Realm Walker