There was a trace of regret in his words.
But no matter how you looked at it, that regret seemed fake.
Qin An rubbed his chin and suddenly said, "You're fake."
Kong Zhang's expression stiffened slightly, but he did not reply.
Qin An went on, "If you don't like me coming, you can just say it outright. There's no need to put on this act. It's bad for you, and bad for me as well."
"I know you're scrupling over other Forbidden Areas, but the more you act like this, the less I like it."
Kong Zhang's face returned to normal. He leaned back against the chair and no longer hid the disgust on his face. "Since Mr. Qin is so clear about it, then please leave. What we trust the least is so‑called prophecy."
Qin An raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you believe it?"
