Silence.
A brief yet awkward silence.
Ji Jue felt like a masseur who had accidentally stumbled onto a murder scene, hoping more than ever to be blind when the killer looked his way.
What could he say?
I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person, I'm actually an actor here to perform a sword-swallowing act. Now that the performance is over, please carry on with your business, I'll take my leave and not disturb you?
Especially when he realized that, at some point, the Edge of Transformation in his hand had quietly turned into a wooden stick.
One second he was slicing and dicing like a pro, the next second the GM himself stepped in.
The vicissitudes of life are truly unpredictable.
Moreover, the GM had just dealt with a cheating player and seemed ready to handle another one when he turned around.
