Fang Zhixing watched the little ax coldly, not responding.
It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but rather he dared not and could not.
After all, the little ax was too eerie, utterly inscrutable.
Fang Zhixing calmly looked at Wang Jiayun, who had transformed from female to male, and said seriously, "The people from the Sky Observation Department said I've become a contaminant because of you?"
The young man slowly sat down, and the little ax also sat down with a grin.
"You sit."
The little ax gestured for Fang Zhixing to sit down with a teasing tone, "You broke the 'Heavenly Locust's' scheme, a one in ten thousand chance; you deserve to sit on an equal footing with him."
"The Emperor?!"
Upon hearing this title, Fang Zhixing's face involuntarily twitched.
But the young man quickly wrote his own name in the dirt, another character for "locust."
Fang Zhixing understood and sat opposite the two.
The three formed a triangle.
