He went to look at Fang Zong, only to see the backs of a person and a cat decisively leaving. He almost wanted to shout with joy.

I'm free! I'm free!

Cao Jiu wanted to shout at the sky, but don't expect him to be grateful for Fang Zong's 'keeping his word'. When he gets back, he'll definitely instigate the Empress...

etc!

Why can't I shout it out?

Oh right, I don't have a mouth anymore, my head is broken off.

If my strength drops below the level of the Dharma Gate, and my head is severed, I won't survive...

Before he could figure it out, Cao Jiu felt a darkness engulf him.

Back in the hotel suite, Fang Zong pushed open the bedroom door, piled up the blankets to make them as soft as possible, and then placed the little yellow cat in the middle, monopolizing the double bed.

He twitched his eyebrows slightly, glancing towards the outermost restroom, but said nothing.

Stepping into the living room, I found a glass of juice, a cigarette, and sat on the sofa, squinting my eyes as I enjoyed the afternoon sun.

"Other great generals, after being promoted, even if they don't hold a grand banquet, they still announce it to the whole country, wishing everyone knew how powerful they were. But you're just here drinking a glass of juice and smoking a cigarette?" someone suddenly spoke up.

The bathroom door was opened, and a little girl, who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, with a thin figure, appeared.

Her legs were even thinner, like egg whites, resting on the footrests of her wheelchair.

Fang Zong asked, "Who are you?"

"Nalan Guigui".

How big?

Sixteen years old.

Fang Zong looked the other person up and down and laughed, "I can't tell."

"If you're in a wheelchair from a young age, you won't grow up."

Nalan Guigui's smile was also pale: "I'm curious, when the Empress threatened you with the ten million residents of Wuhan City to prevent you from taking action against her, didn't you feel aggrieved? I thought that after you killed Cao Jiu and advanced to the second level of the Arts rank, you couldn't wait to say that you were powerful and awesome, and that you wanted more people to listen to you and wipe the Empress out of thin air to vent your anger."

Fang Zong was puzzled: "To vent?"

"Yeah, she threatened you with ten million people, aren't you angry?"

"Ha, why should I be angry?" Fang Zong began to laugh: "She threatened me with ten million people. I would only think, 'Oh, how great I am! Ten million people are just a bargaining chip to threaten me!'"

Nalan Guigui's pale lips trembled slightly: "You only think the good things?"

Fang Zong started laughing again: "Why not? I only live my own life, and no one can make me uncomfortable. I only live the happy side of life and leave everything else to the enemy. They'll be hard to deal with, won't they?"

"You're really hard to deal with. I still don't know how to deal with you."

Nalan Guigui looked intently at Fang Zong: "A tyrannical empress can be let go if I want, and puppets and Cao Jiu can be killed if I want. You are so carefree, I can only think of one weakness in you, but I will never touch your only weakness."