Purpose?
What purpose?
What the hell are you talking about?
Lu Chang'sheng looked completely baffled.
The man with the folding fan forced himself to withstand the pressure, pulling out a forced smile to seem relaxed.
"Senior, your strength is already far beyond this realm, yet you still remain here. What is it that you want?"
Lu Chang'sheng: ...
What do I want?
To lie around, to slack off.
Ye Qiubai cut in coldly, "What my master wants to do is none of your damn business."
"What makes you think you have the right to ask?"
Hearing this, the man with the folding fan let out a short laugh and said, "No need to be secretive. The reason we came down to the lower realm is to figure out just what your purpose is, Senior."
"If your goals aren't in conflict with ours, then we could even become allies."
"But..."
The rest of his words went unsaid.
After all, sometimes you don't have to say the whole thing—everyone gets it.
