"Not much meaning."
Fang Yuan suddenly chuckled: "I just remembered a saying, and I want to send it to you."
Upon hearing this, Lu Chen and the other two looked at Fang Yuan with peculiar expressions, feeling he was somewhat unpredictable and inexplicable.
"Mere mayflies also dream of shaking the heavens and earth." Fang Yuan stared directly at the three of them, his gaze unwavering, and sneered.
With these words, Lu Chen's face went dark, and he asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean by that..."
"Isn't my meaning clear enough?"
"You are the mayflies."
Fang Yuan's words echoed over the broken altar and reverberated in the ears of the three.
Upon hearing these words, Lu Chen was momentarily stunned, realizing he had fallen into a trap, yet he did not get angry.
Because from the moment the Slave Seal was planted, everything was under his control, and he could wipe out this pawn Fang Yuan at a wave of his hand.
