"It feels just like a play," Qing Yu sighed softly, as he looked distantly at the masked individuals in the square.
This was no monodrama, but rather an ensemble piece. Everyone was a participant in this play, including Hua Yufei and True Master Tianyang who fought to the death today, as well as Zhang Yuanchu and Qing Yu himself.
It was only now that he put on this cold and distant persona that he could be an observer. Otherwise, Qing Yu might have been busy dealing with those harboring various intentions.
"How tedious... No matter where one goes, one cannot escape such false charades," Qing Yu suddenly felt his interest waning. Although he himself was skilled at playing these deceits, he had grown weary of them.
