Zhu Wenji blinked, looking puzzled, and asked suspiciously: "Why are you saying this?"
Fang Zhixing smiled and said: "Nothing really, just wanted to thank you for guiding me."
Zhu Wenji rolled his eyes and said smugly: "Thank me? How do you plan to thank me?"
Fang Zhixing replied calmly: "I'll write a beautiful word 'death' in your future, how about that?"
"..."
Zhu Wenji was utterly dumbfounded and baffled.
Before he could get angry, Fang Zhixing turned around and walked back without a care.
"Where are you going?" Zhu Wenji demanded.
Fang Zhixing acted as if he hadn't heard, ignoring him completely.
"What's wrong with Li Xingluo, is he going mad?" Zhu Wenji felt annoyed, but was too lazy to deal with Fang Zhixing at the moment, so he continued walking out.
Only to see a crowd of disciples spreading out into the streets and alleys.
Zhu Wenji beckoned, taking a few followers, and entered a bustling street.
