A More Interesting Game

Qin Jishi's expression turned equally cold when he heard the Masked Man's words.

That was the same as saying nothing.

Hmph!

Qin Jishi could see it clearly now—he would not get what he wanted from the Masked Man.

Since he could not get it, there was no need for Qin Jishi to keep asking.

"Has the game begun?"

"Of course!" The Masked Man took out a long incense stick and was about to light it.

Qin Jishi withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at the Masked Man.

He first glanced at Baihe. "Whether you are real or not, at least Heaven has decreed that you should live well. That is some comfort to me."

As he spoke, Qin Jishi turned his gaze toward Zhang Shiqing.

Pain flashed through his eyes. "Shiqing, I'm sorry. I failed to protect you."

"I'm sorry!"

"Even though I already know you are not the real Shi... I still have to apologize to you."

"..."

As he spoke, Qin Jishi gave Zhang Shiqing a slight bow.

After doing all this, just as the Masked Man was about to light the incense—

"I say, there's no need to make this so troublesome. I choose you."

"..."

The Masked Man stopped moving.

Damn it!

Again!

He was enraged.

Killing intent burst forth without concealment. "Qin Jishi, do you know that playing like this... makes it no fun at all?"

"No fun?" Qin Jishi's face turned incomparably cold, making one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave. "I lost, but I have an even more entertaining game. I wonder if you would be interested in hearing about it?"

"An even more interesting game?" The Masked Man suddenly became intrigued.

"Hehe, Qin Jishi, I knew you would not disappoint me."

"Tell me!"

"What is your game called?"