"Oh, how did you manage that?"
Masked Man was unusually talkative, and Fu Qian played along perfectly with a quip.
"Who could have imagined that a casual remark would actually come true?"
Masked Man looked Fu Qian up and down, not trying to hide the wistfulness in his tone.
"Coincidences always mislead people. The painstaking contemplation of the five of us back then seems, in hindsight, to be completely misguided."
"It wasn't us who found the source of the colors; it was you, Guansi."
"The look you have now, you must have benefited from it too, right? Otherwise, it's hard to imagine you surviving until now."
"Looking down on someone?"
Fu Qian took issue with that statement.
"My achievements today come entirely from my own hard work, okay?"
This was undoubtedly true, but the listeners clearly weren't convinced.
Hehe... heh...
Masked Man listened and scoffed repeatedly.
