"What a pity, I initially wanted to catch up with him."
While understanding the current situation, Fu Qian shook his head and sighed, continuing to communicate honestly.
"I've recently heard of something special, wondering if he would be interested."
These words were not spoken without reason. Li Weixuan's famed friend, Yuan Fang, was the one Fu Qian had specifically sought out to ask.
It turns out it's not simply a case of the same name; his name was actually inspired by an ancestor of the family.
That ancestor, who was also named "Yuan Fang," was so extraordinarily talented that he sensed a supreme will's call at the age of thirty and passed away in seclusion.
Considering the substantial link between the two families, Fu Qian had long wanted to confirm it.
Yet, due to fate, when he returned to their privileged region, the person was already dead without any proof left.
"It sounds like Ming King and the Prophet were friends, so why do something like this?"
