"Oh!"
Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow and turned his head to look:
"I didn't even notice someone approaching, such impressive Light Body Technique."
"Not at all."
The person was draped in a cloak and wore a felt hat, thick white snow falling upon him, resembling a snowman standing there for an unknown amount of time.
With cold, eerie eyes looking over the distance, he said:
"Amidst so many people in the freight yard fiercely fighting for their lives, only you remain calm and composed, leisurely instructing others, truly admirable."
"Hmm…" Fang Zheng pursed his lips:
"Actually, I was also left with no choice. I suppose no one enjoys fighting to the death; it'd be best to muddle through with discretion."
He treated the Otherworld as a place to earn money and gain experience, naturally maintaining a good mindset, and wasn't truly going to risk his life.
Recently, he had been loosely following Households Commander Ming to catch people, taking it easy.
Of course,
