Chapitre 157: Chapter 65: Ballad Poem_2

He ripped off the Hundred Forms Mask from his face, looking upwards at the cloudless star-filled sky with his real face, spreading his arms as if to embrace the entire night sky. His eyes twinkled with madness and uncontainable excitement, "It's so fucking fun!"

Yunpiao left...

Motan gazed at the faintly visible distant lights, reapplied the Hundred Forms Mask onto his face, checked his clothing, and likewise, suppressed his giddy laughter.

He then set off like a traveling noble poet- calm in his steps, and graceful in his manners.

"Even I am not trustworthy now, haha..." He took a simple wooden harp from his bag, gently plucked it, immediately amusing himself with the abrupt and far from pleasing notes.

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Fifteen minutes later

A few dozen miles from Kalan City, in the town of Micha, lies the Drunken Bear Tavern.