After a heated war of words, Qian Wendao and the phantom faced each other from afar.
After a long silence, the phantom sighed. "It seems I can't persuade you to leave. How stubborn."
"Ander, the moment I appeared here, you should have known that this would end with either your death or mine. Leaving was never an option."
The phantom sounded even more regretful. "What a pity. I've never liked fighting, yet people keep forcing my hand. Given the choice, I'd rather stay holed up in my room, idling my days away."
"Lie."
"Hahahaha..." Olof burst out laughing beside him. "Ander, you didn't expect me to turn on the Lie Detector now, did you?"
The phantom began trembling more violently, seemingly irritated.
Qian Wendao also smiled and shook his head.
Then Olof picked up the conversation. "Drop the act, Ander. You make it sound so casual, but are you really that kind of person? You're just waiting for New Year's Day to arrive."
"Even without the Lie Detector, I know what you're like. We've known each other for over a decade. Qian Wendao, Zhu Haifeng, Fan Baoluo, me-which of us doesn't know what you're thinking? Do you really need to spout that bland bullshit at us?"
Olof's words instantly froze the conversational atmosphere.
The phantom said, "Lei Xiaoting, I spared your life during that incident at Beirong. Yet instead of repenting, you dare stand before me and run your mouth! You must be tired of living!"
Olof's eyes brimmed with hatred. "Oh, please. Still trying to make yourself look good! Would I have agreed to do that filthy work if you hadn't promised to avoid killing people as much as possible?! Even now, I consider it the greatest stain on my life!"
Zhu Haifeng said, "Ander, call Yang Xian out.