"No way!"
This time it was the Sea Lady who voiced her refusal.
She looked at Liu Zheng, with all the admiration in her eyes turning into hostility.
"Who sent you, exactly?"
She asked coldly.
"Does it matter?"
"It matters. It decides whether I ask you to leave or toss you into the crucible."
Something beneath the Sea Lady's clothing was rapidly rolling, as if about to burst forth from the fabric.
"Alright, I was sent by the Fisherman."
Liu Zheng admitted candidly.
"I knew it was that old jerk."
The Sea Lady let out a scoff.
"What did he promise you? A fish, a bag of bait, or a fishing rod?"
She pressed.
"He promised the gratitude of a father."
Liu Zheng pondered before answering.
"Gratitude of a father? Hahahaha!!!"
The Sea Lady let out a shrill and hollow laugh upon hearing his words.
"Does he even know what a father is? Which father sends his daughter's mother to the Garbage Processing Plant?"
