"I am not Zhou Tian."
Yu Wenxuan spoke concisely, glancing briefly in Gu Pingsheng's direction.
"Since your return from your disappearance, you've been acting strange. I just wanted to remind you..."
Yu Wenxuan withdrew his gaze, staring at Bai Yanliang: "Instead of getting lost in a sense of self-awareness, why not focus on something real."
"Also, you're receiving too much information. Your energy is being wasted distinguishing truth from lies. If you ask me, just consider them all lies. We only need to focus on one thing—the impending end of Fog Gathering."
"No matter what people or organizations plan, they can't shake the fact that the last key to Fengquan Command Prison will intertwine in our hands."
Yu Wenxuan turned away, delivering a final reminder:
"Don't analyze those or things that are hard to distinguish as true or false. Let them analyze you."
"Don't follow in their footsteps. Instead, tread a new path, making them follow you..."
