"These guys usually hide in the foggy area, even if my life hangs by a thread, they don't care. It's as if they've only been observing me, and occasionally they might give a hint if they're in a good mood. But direct help? None whatsoever. While it's true that if I survive, it's possibly beneficial for them, if I die, they don't care either; they can just find another place, as if they have nothing to do with me. It's like they can't be bothered to even see me, each behaving like they're dead, sleeping day and night, living freely in a rent-free house ... But now they're actually showing up in my world, what's that supposed to mean? Are they finally going to pay rent?"
Fang Xing stared blankly at the Nine-layered Strange Tower at the end of the world, and instinctively took a step forward.
He understood his own situation well, and he had always been very concerned about the existence in the foggy area.
