Fan Tiantiao froze.
This, he really doesn't believe it!
"Tsk..."
Fang Che let out a cold laugh and turned to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"Done with my shift, going home for dinner."
"I'm inviting you for a drink?"
"No time!"
Fang Che's figure vanished in the distance, leaving only one sentence behind: "When you get used to such days, you'll never adapt to the bloody storms again... just muddle through and wait for death!"
Fan Tiantiao had just taken two steps to chase after him, when he heard this sentence, suddenly feeling as if struck by five bolts of lightning from the heavens.
He abruptly stopped in his tracks.
Fang Che's words echoed in his heart like the tolling of a great bell.
When you get used to such days, you'll never adapt to the bloody storms again.
No wonder I haven't advanced in rank these past years.
Have I become slothful?
Are the people of the Demon Sect always thinking about bloody storms?
