"Waste."
Lin Qiubai's voice was as cold as a winter night, his tone resolute: "You're fantasizing."
"Aside from running away..."
"What else can you do?"
Wan Haihao opened his mouth, trying to retort.
But...
Once praised as an "excellent debater," he now felt a complete blank in his mind, a bitter taste in his mouth, unable to find any arguments to refute the opponent.
Lin Qiubai, with just a few words, directly broke his defenses, leaving him completely disheartened.
This Sword Master spoke harshly, arrogantly nauseating, but Wan Haihao admitted that the other party was right.
This is indeed the kind of person I am...
...
In the neighboring dormitory, Ma Ran slowly opened his eyes, a hint of a smile spreading in their depths.
When unfamiliar light first appears, it often startles people more than darkness.
[Script Two: "Sword Master's Soul"]
[Protagonist: Lin Qiubai]
[Player: Ma Ran]
[Flaws: Arrogance, no physical body.]
