In a moment of self-reflection, Wang Qianjun felt that in the entire Yan Country, there were very few people with deeper scheming than him, and no one had ever been able to see through his innermost thoughts.
Yet now, facing Ye Xuan, he felt an absolute sense of transparency, as if, in front of this young man, whether he wore clothes or masks made no difference.
What kind of insight is this?
What kind of wisdom?
It should be known that even Liu Qiankun, who stripped Wang Qianjun of everything, couldn't fully read Wang Qianjun. Otherwise, he would not have spared Wang Qianjun a path to survival.
How worry-free would it be to silence someone forever?
After a long while, Wang Qianjun gently closed his eyes, seeming to digest the shock in his heart at that moment.
