A few days later, Fang Xingjian stood on a stretch of plains in South Africa. He looked at the military camp in the distance and asked, "That's them?"
Beside him, Priest Longmai answered, "This is the military camp for N Country's 1st Group Army. The ruler of this small independent country is called—"
"You don't have to tell me in such details." Fang Xingjian waved his hand and stopped Priest Longmai from continuing.
Regarding the identity of this small independent country's ruler, whether they were a dictator, their reasons for not handing over the Book of Wisdom's pages, if there was anyone scheming in the background, or what influences were adding fuel to the flames and testing his attitude... Fang Xingjian was completely uninterested in all these.
He merely clenched his fist and raised it into the sky.
