Fang Hong stared at the man, a little dazed.
The middle-aged man watched the movement of his hands and couldn't help but shake his head lightly: "It's not strange that you'd think that way, since someone has been deliberately steering things toward that result. This little trick hasn't changed at all over the years. I don't even need to look for clues to guess it—"
For a moment Fang Hong listened in a bit of a stupor.
Who was steering things toward that result?
Whose "little trick" was he talking about?
But at least he had understood one thing. After thinking for a moment, Fang Hong looked up and asked: "You're trying to tell me you're not the Wandering Alchemist from ten years ago, but then how do you know how the Princess sees all this? What are you trying to prove by telling me these things?"
He asked several questions in a row.
But the middle-aged man didn't answer a single one, only countered: "Do you really want to know all of it?"
