"Alas..." Zhao Xing also felt helpless; he shouldn't have made suggestions so recklessly.
However, he realized the terror of the East Extending Ancient Clan. If one finds oneself among them, only a fellow sober peer can ward off the heart of procrastination through such methods. Who could escape?
Zhao Xing now wasn't sure if the heart of procrastination was normal. He doubted it had any use, suspecting he was purely suffering from "persecution delusion".
"Forget it, you should continue hitting me in the future." Zhao Xing sighed.
Regardless of its utility... Just consider it as his overreactive defense.
Better to endure the beating of knowledge than to lose one's life.
"Yes." Ji Si put away the whip.
...
Zhao Xing waited on the outskirts of the star system for about half a month, and then Lu Yuehan dispatched Fate Master Wang Yun and Mechanical Master Zeng Zhuo to fetch him.
Shixin year 1856, spring.
