"So many years have passed, and this fake face has become something even I have gotten used to."
Lv Yingyue sighed softly, spreading her hands and curiously glancing at the bewildered faces around her: "Well? This small truth, can it possibly be worth a look for all of you?"
"Such demeanor, after all, is that of a hero. What does appearance have to do with it?"
The contemporary white-haired Gao Qing lowered his eyes, giving a light sigh: "It's much better than the likes of me, an old man still fussing and worrying. It's just a shame... circumstances force us, and we are not masters of our own fate."
"Why waste words with this monster at this point?" Lv Zong's expression was dark as he urged, "Let's finish this—don't let her stall for time!"
"I don't think so."
