"What... do you mean?"
Zetian, who had been on the verge of anger, was suddenly shaken, his fury freezing over, at Fu Qian's words.
"Was I not clear enough?"
Fu Qian displayed his hand, the flesh of which was a blurred mass of injury. In just a short time, the wounds had healed considerably, leaving Zetian staring in disbelief.
"Although your actions have offended me, I'm not so petty as to waste my energy on anger. When the situation becomes unbalanced, what you need to do is find a new balance."
"I was quite satisfied with my life as it was, but since I can no longer maintain it, I must find some new amusement."
"I must say, this feeling of freeing myself is also quite pleasant."
As Fu Qian spoke, he exerted force with his hand, and amidst the teeth-grinding sound, he tore off a piece of the bed that had been welded to the ground, then looked up at Zetian.
"So by your standards, what level do I belong to now?"
Uh...
