Qi Jingtao’s outer shell gradually solidified, revealing a polite yet slightly awkward smile. "Your behavior... it’s all a bit sudden. After all, we’ve only met... this is what, our fourth time?"
This appearance was, indeed, an illusion.
Shang Yu slumped back into his seat, feeling a mix of faint hope and overwhelming disappointment. Lord Qi could not save him every single time; he had to be allowed the opportunity to hone his own skills.
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