I Seriously Play the Role of a Passerby in a Fantasy World

It took me seventeen years to finally learn one thing. Don't let people remember you. Walk half a step slower, speak three minutes slower, and don't show too many teeth when you smile. You should bow your head when you are praised, you should be silent when you are despised, and it is best not to even get angry. That's fine. I have been in Taixuan Sword Sect for three years, and everyone knows me. Prince Dali, with average qualifications and gentle temperament, has a genius sister who loves him too much. When they talk about me, they always say something in passing - "Oh, Liu Jingchen." Then there is no more. I'm very satisfied. A real passerby should live in these four words. As for practicing? There's something troublesome about that thing. I just breathed twice before going to bed, and my state of mind improved by itself. In order to prevent others from seeing the flaws, I had to learn another formless hidden breath technique to suppress my cultivation level layer by layer. Others practice hard in order to break through. I practiced hard to look like I was in good shape. Until that night, the Son of God in the Holy Land formed an array to seal off the mountain, and the whole clan was in panic. I blended in with the crowd and practiced the panic that an ordinary prince should have. Unfortunately, he glanced at me. Just one glance. He actually felt something was wrong with me. What a hassle. Late at night, I had no choice but to put on a mask and go see him in person. It was raining heavily. He knelt in the erased formation and asked me who I was. I thought about it and felt that at this time, I should say something decent. So I told him—— "Everything is in the game." "If you get involved, no one will survive."