Sit down together?
As someone well-versed in the etiquette of interaction, at that moment, Fu Qian easily deciphered a certain implication.
Indeed, it felt very much like an old acquaintance after a long absence, casually inviting one to sit down for a chat, preferably to stay a while.
Considering the limited acquaintance, this gesture was undeniably polite, offering a touch of warmth amidst the decay of an apocalypse.
The problem was that the information conveyed was still somewhat inadequate, providing no substantive answers to the previous questions—perhaps not intending to answer at all.
Upon making the invitation, Yuan Fang soon reverted to his former stance as if in reverse motion.
"Thank you. I didn't expect that so many things would have happened during my absence."
Fu Qian showed no sign of minding and genuinely sat down where indicated, continuing to gaze at the large cauldron below, pondering many thoughts.
