Zhou Yan pondered, then lifted his head and looked toward Zhou Gucheng and the others. Their gazes, still familiar but indifferent and ice-cold, even carried an unforgettable hatred, as if he had become the very "Zhou Yan" who was the assassin that killed them in their hearts.
Zhou Yan smiled, indifferent, casual.
These things Zhou Yan had heard, seen, and they had passed, but they would not truly penetrate his spirit.
Although sometimes he really wondered who he was exactly.
But what Li Cangsheng said, or what Ru Fengyun displayed in the sort of Sword Illusion Realm, might be credible to some extent, but probably only a part of it.
Some real big shots, when they set up a game, often the players themselves are the pawns and are unaware of it.
Therefore, from an outsider's perspective, stepping out of this chess game, many things become very clear.
