Wu Manqing gave a slight nod, saying nothing more.
She turned her gaze back to the stage.
Wu Manqing watched the supporting character, whose figure seemed blurred and dim beneath the protagonist's dazzling halo. She remembered being here two years ago, watching this very same scene.
Now, the answer was silent, yet it resounded like thunder.
.....
In a private room at the Drunken Immortal Tower, the seat by the window overlooked the bustling streets of the Prefecture City.
Xu Qi poured his own drink, his brow heavy with gloom.
Across from him, the young man—Zhao Mingyuan, Young Master of the Prefecture City's Zhao Family—listlessly prodded at a plate of Exotic Beast Meat with his chopsticks.
"I've got to say, Brother Xu."
