Although it was just a drop in the bucket of bloodshed, Fu Qian was still profoundly impressed by Ji Yicheng, who loved materials.
The transformation of the fat Angel after emerging from its cocoon, was indeed an eye-popping spectacle.
Given his youth and not insignificant abilities, it was understandable that the Ji Family felt pained to lose such a scion.
So, was he now masquerading as a murderer, dressed up and walking into a trap?
"Ji Yicheng?"
Lost in thought, Fu Qian had no feelings of guilt and asked directly.
"Do you know?"
Ji Liushuang was secretly shocked; this man knew too much about the affairs of the Ji Family.
"In a place as unique as the Wasteland, how could scholars not take an interest?"
Fu Qian spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
He couldn't believe that the Transcendent Demigod Angui would sell Ji Yicheng without a word, and not make a big fuss about searching for him afterward.
