Hearing this, Lu Sangjiu set the book down, not pressing the matter further.
Then the man said, "Now, you just need to sign your name in this book, and you will be the protagonist of this world."
"Everything I just promised you will also come true."
But Lu Sangjiu didn't pick up a pen. Instead, she looked up at the illusory figure in the distance and chuckled softly.
"So, is this how you tempted Ye Zhiyao to sign her name and become this world's protagonist back then?"
The man seemed to suddenly realize something. His voice dropped, filled with coldness. "What do you mean?"
Lu Sangjiu picked up the book and, with slow, elegant movements, began to tear it to shreds, piece by piece.
"What I mean is… this sort of trick might work on a fool like Ye Zhiyao, but don't embarrass yourself by pulling it out in front of me."
Her words seemed to instantly enrage him. "Insolent!"
A teacup shot out from the pavilion in the lake, flying straight for Lu Sangjiu!
