They stared at the flipped-over card, one reserved exclusively for the Withered Glory Theatre's Hall of Fame Leading Actors.
The Six felt a little dead inside. They closed their eyes and saw their future.
It was so dark there was no end in sight!
Ye Buyu grabbed Little Whale by the neck and shook it wildly. "Where's Ku Rong? Why did that traitor have to bring trouble down on us? We hid our names for so long, and nobody knew them. Then he showed up and spilled everything, the bastard!"
"Ahem, he's making you famous! Famous!"
Little Whale patted Ye Buyu's arm, acting as though it was about to be strangled to death, even though Ye Buyu, at the seventh tier, could not strangle it to death.
Little Wan gently tugged at the hem of Ye Buyu's clothes.
"Buyu, this is for your own good. Most people here bully the weak and fear the strong. Nobodies don't live long."
But famous weaklings wouldn't live long either.
Ye Buyu was utterly distraught, Mu Bingge closed her eyes, and Wan Lan covered her face.
Su Wuwei looked like a smiling statue cracking apart. Kou Ying had completely lost the desire to say anything, silently repeating to himself, Don't let me catch you slipping, Ku Rong!
Only Lou Guanshan, his arms folded, glanced at the script on the screen and noticed someone arriving after following the sound.
"Oh, someone's here."
Qi Qingyu landed and looked at them, her lips curving into the smile of someone reunited with old acquaintances after a long separation.
"Long time no see. Have you all been well?"
Ye Buyu spoke with a smile that did not reach her eyes. "Before you people showed up, we were doing fine."
They could have left once the fight was over.
Instead,