"This old geezer is even craftier than a corrupt official!"
Zhou Yi never considered himself to be an elite, otherwise, he wouldn't have been a 996 workhorse in his previous life.
The Longevity Dao Fruit only granted endless lifespan, not extraordinary wisdom.
People like Yu Su, who neither practiced martial arts nor cultivated immortality, spent their entire lives in struggle and scheming, playing mind games far beyond Zhou Yi's reach.
Perhaps after a few hundred years, having experienced a myriad of things, Zhou Yi could reach such a realm where deep calculation and devious planning would come as naturally as breathing.
"Too troublesome, all these conspiracies and tricks, these beauties with deceptive appearances, just endure them all until they die off!"
Zhou Yi ignored the prisoners' wailing. A few more days of drinking slop and one would get used to it. He carried the bucket to the sky prison's service room.
