After arriving at a discreet, quiet location, Mo Lin's appearance rippled and shifted revealing Yu Xuan once more.
"So," Fairy Luo said coldly, folding her arms as much as the restraints allowed, "are you still continuing this farce?"
One by one, the figures hidden in Yu Xuan's shadow stepped out.
Number One glanced at Fairy Luo, then sighed.
"She's pitiful."
"+1."
"+1."
"+1."
Numbers Two, Three, and Four nodded in perfect synchronization.
Fairy Luo nearly choked.
Yu Xuan rubbed his temples, exhaustion creeping into his voice.
"…This play turned out stranger than I expected."
Sometimes, reality truly felt like a child's prank – illogical, messy, and cruelly ironic.
"What are you even talking about?!" Fairy Luo snapped, utterly lost.
Moments ago, the enforcer who cracked down on the Twin Fairy Pavilion had worn the face of her sworn enemy.
Now that same man stood before her openly, casually discussing shares and loot.
Her confusion quickly turned into fury.
