Tie Feng turned his head and immediately spotted Cheng Han.
How could he not realize that he had unknowingly stepped into a trap the other man had quietly laid?
At this moment.
The Vice Commandant found himself calmer than he had expected. He sighed. "Cheng Han, when did you start watching me?"
Cheng Han told the truth. "When you fought the Puppet Battle Corpse earlier, I sensed something was off. I just wasn't quite sure."
That was half true and half false.
He truly had not been sure at first, but after one Deduction, he had become completely certain that there was something wrong with Tie Feng.
Tie Feng gave a self-mocking laugh. "You formed the Supervision Squad and even appointed me as its leader. I thought you trusted me."
Cheng Han's gaze was as cold and clear as water. "I trust no one but myself."
In other words, he had never trusted the Supervision Squad.
The other three warriors exchanged glances in silence.
Tie Feng seemed rather eager to talk. "You refuse to open up to anyone, and it seems you have no friends either. Don't you feel lonely?"
Cheng Han answered frankly, "The subject of friends means nothing to me, because nobody can keep up with the pace of my progress."
Tie Feng nodded. "That makes sense."
After some thought, the Vice Commandant added, "Then you are destined to be lonely."
Cheng Han looked utterly indifferent. "Loneliness is not necessarily a bad thing. Only in loneliness can people often truly see into their own hearts."
Tie Feng agreed. "That is true. In that dream, I walked the Path of the Ancestors alone, and only then did I discover that I possessed the soul of the Sartre People."
Cheng Han shook his head. "It was only an illusion."
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