The three players were Zhen Yi, who thought she had gotten away with it; Cheng Shi, whose face was full of embarrassment; and Zhang Jizu, who acted as though it had nothing to do with him.
Just think—under what circumstances would three peak players of this level stand with their heads bowed before an unfamiliar NPC?
Or rather, there was no need to think. The scene before them had already made the identity of that masked man obvious.
Foolish Play?
Foolish Play!
He was Lord Foolish Play!
Long Jing suddenly froze. His sharp eyes began sizing up the man repeatedly. He did not dare let his scrutiny become too blatant, fearing that he might blaspheme against him, but at the same time, he was afraid that he might be fooled again if he did not look carefully. So he could only sneak a glance, shift his gaze to examine the others, sneak another glance, shift it again, sneak another glance, and then...
He did not dare sneak another glance, because the masked man had already turned to look at him.
The corners of the mouth on the pure-white mask stretched to a terrifyingly exaggerated peak. Then the man let out a strange, shrill chuckle and said:
"Long Jing, what are you looking at?"
The moment that voice rang out, everyone present jumped. Even the two people helping Cheng Shi put on an act trembled all over.
Because that voice was exactly the same as the voice of the ghost in the mist of the Place of Piety!
So that ghost had actually been Lord Foolish Play!?
Long Jing's eyes widened abruptly.
It all fit. Everything fit!
Why had finding the Ear of Secret Prying required him to sacrifice his secret? That had not been a sacrifice of a secret at