The Taiye Pond was silent, with no sound of frogs or cicadas.
Bai Long stood with his hands behind his back, moonlight pouring down, his white clothes in the dark night seemed to emit a faint glow.
He quietly examined Chen Ji in front of him, ignoring the clothes and boots, focusing only on the eyes.
This was Chen Ji's first genuine interaction with this Bai Long. The other party's gaze, less sharp and manic, was more cautious and calm.
His way of doing things was quite different.
After a moment of scrutiny, Bai Long slowly spoke, "You seem a bit uneasy, as if you're betting on whether Mr. Feng deceived you."
