Gu Fuju: !!?
Perhaps he sensed his gaze.
The curvature at the corner of Wei Zhao's lips did not change in the slightest, making it difficult for people to look directly. It seemed that one more glance would be cut by the hidden ferocity beneath the calm.
He said quietly, "The quality is so poor."
Gu Fuju: ???
Wei Zhao: "Is there anything else you need?"
"If not, may I see you out?"
Is he being dismissed?
Wei Zhao thought of something: "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"
Gu Fuju was about to say something.
Wei Zhao: "I'll have someone bring some food over."
Gu Fuju: "Alright, let's eat together."
"Not hungry."
Gu Fuju saw him pick up the Cloud-breaking Spear in the study, weighing its weight, and head out.
"Where to?"
Wei Zhao: "Feeling a bit restless."
Unfortunately, at this critical moment, it's not good to kill someone.
He could only settle for the next best thing.
The tone was indifferent, laced with a repressed ferocity.
"I'll train the soldiers under me."
