Courtyard.
The night was like water.
Zhou Yi stood in the courtyard, his eyes filled with reluctance to part.
"I can no longer use this identity for the time being. Many people in the Capital and the Northern Border are aware of it, which poses some danger."
Li Hong, Chen Jinyu, and people from the Wei family seem trustworthy, but Zhou Yi, having spent years in the Heavenly Prison, had seen too much of the fickleness of human nature to measure.
One moment they were the best of friends, the next they were irreconcilable enemies.
"The last time I switched identities, I only thought about making it quick and easy, but I left a huge loophole."
"This time, I've learned my lesson. I'll transform into someone entirely unrelated to Zhou Yi; no one will suspect any connection between the two. Besides, it's not like Zhou Yi is dead—he can still show up when necessary."
Zhou Yi had made up his mind; he would never return to the Heavenly Prison, where there were too many familiar faces.
