The moment those words were spoken, the tea room fell silent.
Outside the window, the sound of electric cars honking on the old street made the room even more silent.
Wei Zheng instinctively held his breath, his gaze darting between the teacher and Fang Cheng, fearing that something might go wrong at the last moment.
Shi Chengyi frowned slightly, but relaxed within seconds.
He leaned back slightly, adopting a listening posture, and said in a deep voice:
"Go ahead and speak. As long as it doesn't violate organizational principles, I can agree to it."
"My first condition is..."
Fang Cheng picked up his teacup, took a sip to moisten his throat, and then slowly said:
"After joining the Special Search Team, my identity in the archive can be recorded as 'Traditional Martial Artist,' but I don't want to get involved in the upper-level conflicts of interest, nor am I interested in the disputes between the Martial Artist Faction and the Technology Transformation Faction."
