"Young Master..."
Duan Yunfei's mood appeared somewhat downcast, and Xuan Ying wanted to offer some words of comfort, but didn't know how to start.
"How I wish that person wasn't him, but unfortunately, the heavens don't seem to grant my wish."
Duan Yunfei gazed out into the pitch-black night and sighed deeply, his voice tinged with a trace of desolation.
For Feng Wuya was both brother and friend to him; he genuinely hoped there would never be a day of enmity between them.
"Perhaps there is some misunderstanding in all this?" Xuan Ying consoled, "Maybe, when the truth comes to light, the eldest young master will realize his mistake!"
"Perhaps!" Duan Yunfei gave a bitter smile.
More than anyone, he wished this was just a misunderstanding, and once it was cleared up, everything would be sunny again.
