The room fell into a prolonged, seemingly dull, yet seemingly calm silence.
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Wuzheng finally sighed softly and said, "It seems we've underestimated the opponent. This person acts swiftly and cleanly, hardly like they're doing this for the first time."
"..."
"But the most terrifying thing is not this person's methods."
Yu Wenye looked at him without speaking, while Pei Xingyuan puzzledly said, "Isn't that terrifying enough? I nearly lost my life to this person today. What could be scarier than that?"
Shen Wuzheng shook his head with a smile.
Then he said, "What's scarier is that there's such a person around us, yet we never noticed."
"...!?"
Pei Xingyuan's eyes widened abruptly.
Yu Wenye's gaze flickered slightly before he thought it over and said, "Brother Fu Ming means—as the wise live among the people, much like an awl in a pocket, its tip is soon exposed."
Shen Wuzheng nodded.
