Zhu Minglang had an epiphany.
He understood why he was always said to be a man who lived off the prosperity of others.
In the entire Bone Temple of the wilderness, there were a good thousand or two thousand people. Setting aside the issues of the God's people and God's Descendants having advantages in bloodline, temperament, and divine charm, just considering looks alone, he easily made it into the top three. Moreover, he was directly pointed out in such a dense crowd!
Some people, like fireflies in the night, no matter how low-key and quiet they were, would still be recognized at a glance. Their lives were destined to never be plain and simple.
It was precisely this unique beauty that brought him too much slander and envy.
He had to bear the unfairness of this world.
If Shang Zhuang wasn't throwing him out to be eaten by the Night Demoness, Zhu Minglang really could have forgiven his shrewdness and honesty.
