"Who are we guiding?"
The Interlocutor's voice carried a hint of sarcasm, sharp and biting, but Fu Qian remained unperturbed, turning his head to suddenly ask back.
"Of course, it's me... Are you not planning to let me follow?"
With a pause, furrowed brows, the Interlocutor seemed a bit confused about the situation.
"Who are you?"
Fu Qian's questioning was far from over.
"I've introduced myself long ago, you can call me God Eroder, or the Interlocutor..."
The questions grew increasingly absurd, yet the Interlocutor maintained his rare composure, responding with determination.
"So, are you God Eroder or the Interlocutor?"
The interrogation continued without pause.
"...What are you trying to say?"
Even the good-natured Interlocutor of today seemed finally unable to bear it, refusing to answer and instead retorting.
"What you say is not important, the key is to whom you say it."
Fu Qian merely shook his head, leisurely standing there.
