He said, "Oh, isn't this the new Mutant in our Li Jing... let me think, what's your name again, Deaf Eye, Wooden Cage, or Mother Dragon?"
Mu Long remained silent, simply continuing to walk forward.
"Actually, sometimes, being able to assess the situation is an important skill. Didn't you notice how everyone loves my Swallowing Silver Art Exhibition? By rudely driving them away, don't you end up looking more like a lawbreaker than I do?"
Saying this, Black Chrysalis withdrew his gaze and continued painting, "This style doesn't help you gain people's approval. A disliked Mutant, no matter how talented, finds it hard to advance. That's the truth in the Era of Popularity."
He paused, then suddenly lowered his voice, "Or could it be... you never intended to be a good Mutant from the start, but instead harbored another agenda?"
"Clown," Mu Long whispered.
Suddenly, a bottomless black curtain spread from him, covering a hundred-meter radius like a nightfall.
