Game of Wits

"It was me."

The Overseer set down the conical hat in his hand, revealing a square and upright face.

Phoenix eyes, swordlike brows at dawn.

Yet he looked both old and young.

A conflicted complexity of senility and youth mingled together.

Only upon closer inspection did one realize that the so-called youth was instead a transformation.

He had ultimately grown old, and so he could no longer maintain himself. Just as when people reached the age they ought to grow old, white hair inevitably emerged, teeth loosened and fell out, while the corners of their eyes and their skin sagged.

This man was undoubtedly a handsome old man.

But Lu Jing had never seen him before.

Nor did he have any impression of him.

The Overseer was very mysterious. Few people had ever seen the Overseer's true appearance.

Perhaps Lu Jing's cultivation was too low, and he had yet to become a core member of the organization, so this man was nothing but a stranger to him.

Old Wu, wrapped in something like a cloak at the side, rose in shock before slowly sitting back down.

Naturally, he recognized the Overseer after he removed his conical hat.

The Overseer was precisely the one who had overseen the organization's exploration of the cave dwelling all those years ago.

Later, after he died, the organization captured him. Then Lu Jing selected him, and he became the cultivator who taught Lu Jing. After all these years, it turned out this man had always remained by their side—or rather, the Overseer had long been plotting this whole affair.

"Aren't you afraid the organization will hold you accountable?" Lu Jing asked in a deep voice.

Though the cloak concealed his gaze, everyone knew that Old Wu within it must be staring fixedly at the Overseer