C388 Identical

Zhao Xiaoqi's lips quirked into a slight smirk as he regarded the axe spirit with an ineffable look, causing the spirit to feel unnervingly scrutinized.

"So, what do you think—should I accept or not?" Zhao Xiaoqi lobbed the question back at the axe spirit.

The axe spirit was taken aback, unsure whether to agree or not. The situation felt oddly perplexing