"What's going on here?
I'm too ordinary-looking, nothing special; if you don't want to choose me to go on stage, that's fine... but why show such a disgusting expression?"
Han Dong felt offended and even wanted to confront the magician.
Just then.
A deep voice reached the magician's ear— "Since someone actively wants to participate, let him go on stage. After all, it's the rule set by our circus."
The magician, awakened by the voice, looked at the young man again... The clown who had appeared in his vision had already faded and disappeared, leaving the young man there waving his hand.
Even so, he paused for a moment before allowing Han Dong on stage.
"Mr. Magician seems to have quite a prejudice against me?" Han Dong deliberately stood beside the magician, speaking softly.
Unexpectedly, the magician didn't shy away, picking other audience assistants while conversing with Han Dong:
"What is your relationship with Pennywise?"
