C38 A Mess
"By the gods! I swear I'm not feigning distress—I'm truly on the brink of death!"
Tears streamed down Kuan Hu's face as he spoke, his nose running into his beard, creating a matted mess.
Such a performance!
He was a master at playing the victim!
Kuan Hu's abrupt shift in demeanor was so extreme, no one would take his words at face value.
Least of all Shen Yong