The atmosphere within the Gallery of Shili was originally bleak and solemn.
Fang Yang intently stared at Wen Chanyi, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, his face wearing a faint smile.
"Where there's smoke, there's fire." Although he was quite clear that Wen Chanyi probably enjoyed being abused, and to a perverse extent where the greater the abuse, the happier she became,
still, "Where there's smoke, there's fire."
Moreover, since the Ming Clan had always been looking to invade the Mortal World, he had to be extremely cautious no matter what, and could not afford the slightest negligence.
Therefore, he was also trying to fathom Wen Chanyi's inner thoughts, even pondering whether the other party had any schemes, or was attempting a seduction, waiting for an opportunity to catch him off guard and take him down.
