"You don't understand? That the masses suspect I am the murderer? That they know about the serial killings and are suspicious of me?" He paused. "You are all mistaken. I don't care about any of this." Wu Tian spoke in an even tone, as if the weighty term 'the masses' was insignificant to him.
The Monarchs' and Sect Masters' eyelids twitched violently. To think such a person exists. They were kings, they were masters. In their eyes, the people of their kingdoms and the disciples of their sects were like their own children. To put it bluntly, however, they were also just playthings. Yet they had not expected Wu Tian's heart to be even colder; to him, the masses were less than worthless.
