"This shameless bastard..."
Initially, Fang Xing was eager to push responsibility far away from himself, ideally pinning it on the Divine Son of the Night Clan. But unexpectedly, the White Bone Saint Monarch jumped out and admitted arranging everything himself. Stunned for a moment, the fire in Fang Xing's heart flared up—thinking, damn, all my calculations for so long, and now you steal the credit with a single sentence. Isn't this telling lies with open eyes? This is too shameless... truly disgusting...
