"This may not be a good thing. Let's skip the congratulations."
Qin Shaofeng shook his head with a wry smile.
He was indeed familiar with Chen Wo and Mo Tianxin, but he could not possibly tell them that coming here had never been his own choice.
This trip, in fact, was truly like dancing on the edge of a blade.
"Since Junior Brother Qin is anxious to go back and take a look, let me lead the way. You've spent the past few years in the Strongest Starry Sky, so you probably don't know much about your own faction. I'll tell you all about it on the way," Chen Wo said. He vaguely sensed that the look in Qin Shaofeng's eyes was not one of joy.
He knew that Qin Shaofeng had just had an argument with Wuxin.
Especially Qin Shaofeng's earlier words—they had sounded perfectly logical, but what Qin Shaofeng had said could never have been the real reason.
As a clever man, he knew very well what he could know and what he could not.
Just like Qin Shaofeng's relationship with Gusu Hanxing, he simply pretended not to know anything.
But he knew very clearly that separating Qin Shaofeng from the others as soon as possible was the most urgent matter.
When he spoke, not a single word was wasted.
Qin Shaofeng was quite happy with that arrangement.
Taking Gusu Hanxing's little hand, he followed Chen Wo toward the door.
Though his movement was subtle, everyone present saw it clearly.
Steward Tushan, Zang Feng, Lu Yan, and even Chen Wo and Mo Tianxin, who were walking ahead to lead Qin Shaofeng's group, were shocked speechless.
Wuxin's expression changed slightly.
But at that moment—
An image faintly took shape in Qin Shaofeng's mind. It was a scene Ghost Face