A person like Kong Yuantao, after all, is an old fox of the Martial World. He's always known to say what people want to hear, and to speak the language of ghosts when dealing with phantoms.
Upon stepping unwittingly onto iron, his expression immediately changed, and with an apologetic smile, he said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault for being blind, please forgive me, sir."
Chen Yang smiled without speaking, tightened his grip on Kong Yuantao's shoulder, beckoning him to walk together.
Kong Yuantao was as silent as a cicada in winter, his thoughts scattering.
The surrounding people who witnessed the sudden change in ambiance all fell silent, each taking a step back from Kong Yuantao, seemingly afraid of being implicated.
Who would have thought?
