After the banquet, Feng Yuan returned to the dorm at the academy and saw Zhanzheng Qichen standing at the door. Feng Yuan frowned and gently tapped Xiao Ji's head, saying:
"Something important?"
With his arms crossed and leaning against the wall, thinking with his head down, Zhanzheng Qichen looked up at Feng Yuan. At that moment, he was in his battle attire, the hem of his gray-brown cape gently fluttering in the wind.
"I want to know what you think about our East Continent Great Xia and your attitude towards it."
Staring at Feng Yuan, Zhanzheng Qichen spoke calmly; however, his slightly trembling body suggested that he wasn't as composed as he appeared.
"Is that all? For now, you haven't done anything bad to Great Xia. And besides, you helped during the attack on Maomu City, so... neutral, I suppose. You understand that I can't just help your country over something like this."
