"One day, when people talk about tricksters, the image of a dirty, incompetent, or overly ridiculous clown won't pop into their minds."
"They will have a bit more respect for the word because of some 'great trickster' staying in the North District."
"The tricksters of the North District no longer find this title distressing... perhaps their casting abilities are still not outstanding, but it's enough to give them the courage to say 'no' and to straighten their backs with full strength."
"That's enough."
Korma squinted her eyes, looking out at the silent, gray-robed tricksters through the window, murmuring her deepest desires. Her voice was soft, but her words carried an exceptional weight.
This heaviness, entwined with Korma's snow-like silver hair, created an suffocating pressure—Zheng Qing urgently needed a new topic to break free from this suffocation.
Evidently, Jiang Yu felt the same need.