Fang Shuwen had come to Flying Snow City this evening for one reason: the Seven-String Ancient Chapter.
It wasn't that he planned to keep it for himself; he couldn't care less about its supposed opportunities or secrets.
After all, in his eyes, no opportunity could ever compare to his system.
But this was bait, bait that would be enough to drive those people in red into a frenzy.
As long as he had this item, he wouldn't have to go looking for them. They would gather around him on their own, saving him a great deal of effort.
However, the item was indeed a hot potato.
He would just use it for a bit. Once he was done, he could toss it aside and let whoever wanted it fight over it.
But that was for *after* he was done with it, not now.
Wu Lingxiao was taken aback for a moment, surprised that Fang Shuwen would refuse. But he didn't take offense, simply nodding his head.
"In that case, I'll just give this Seven-String Ancient Chapter to you."
Fang Shuwen: "?"
