C1316 Real Identity

Zhao Yu let out a cold laugh upon hearing this, and the others around him subtly shook their heads in agreement.

Tian Faang's reasoning was clearly strained. The crowd wasn't foolish; they could easily discern the truth from excuses.

Tian Faang's face soured, well aware of how tenuous his explanation sounded. Yet, in the heat of the moment, he was at a loss for a more plausible defense