Ah, the worldly society young and old.
Lying low and biding one's time, striking swiftly like Thunder; to return to the Guild Court, wash away injustice, and ascend the pinnacle of life... Such is just the lie of glory returning.
Things aren't that simple.
The person in front, compared to Brother Thick Eyebrow, looks to be in a more high-ranking and authoritative position, clearly unwilling to believe my nonsense—the intent to purge is already written on his face.
Though not beautiful, it's also not an unexpected reaction.
To Fu Qian, the real curiosity lies in the method of cleansing the portal.
After all, killing in this place is indeed taboo.
Naturally, a first move has been made; the incense burner smashed to the ground, a gesture of significant severity.
At least, from the corner of the eye, Brother Thick Eyebrow's serious expression indicates he didn't expect such intense escalation.
"So where is Helen's incense burner?"
