Gongcheng Diewu was very excited, but the excitement only lasted for a moment.
Even shorter than a moment.
Thus, her excited and joyful eyes instantly turned ashen, infinitely disappointed.
No hope, just no hope. And when hope seems to burst forth robustly, only to suddenly realize it was all self-deception, disappointment comes particularly strong.
Gongcheng Diewu felt this way now, all surprises suddenly lost, like the last straw cut away.
The newcomer looked very much like the former Lei Yan King Zhou Yan, but he wasn't Lei Yan King, nor Zhou Yan.
Because that young man appeared too calm, too indifferent, completely lacking the fierce and intense personality of Zhou Yan back then, nor that invincible dominance and vigor.
This youth, ordinary, simple, detached, composed.
As if everything had nothing to do with him.
Though he made a move, no one could sense he was targeting anyone, seemingly it was just a casual act.
It seemed, he acted just because he wanted to.
