"Who would've thought the Clear Sky Sect was full of people like that? Every last one looked so upright, with those thick brows and big eyes, yet their hearts were so black."
Sunday shook his head when he heard Xue Qinghe say that.
"Often, you can't judge whether something is good or bad by appearances. You should know that the simpler something is, the more complicated it can be.
The more ordinary someone looks, the less ordinary they might actually be. It takes advantage of people's tendency to think in opposites."
"What about you, sir? You look anything but ordinary at first glance. Does that mean you're actually very ordinary?"
Hearing Sunday's explanation, Xue Qinghe couldn't help turning to him with a smile.
Sunday paused at that, then smiled and replied.
"When have I ever been anything but ordinary? I've always been an ordinary person. That has never changed.
Past, present, future-it will never change."
Xue Qinghe didn't dwell on Sunday's words. After all, understanding even half of what came out of Sunday's mouth was already quite an achievement.
"Ah, sometimes I really wonder whether the Douluo Continent is a normal world.
Could it be something like a zoo? We're all locked in cages for the people outside to look at.
One after another, they've all come to the Douluo Continent. I feel like there are hardly any locals left."
Sunday couldn't help lifting his eyes to glance at Xue Qinghe. Spoilers aren't a good habit. You're getting rather impressive at this.
"Indeed. There really aren't many locals left on the Douluo Continent."
"Then, sir, how did all of you cross over here?"
Xue Qinghe was still rather curious about that. At that moment, he began to question his own actions.
If it was as he had just said, and