Lu Yuan could only express sympathy for Wang Zhichao's family's plight.
He was grateful for their efforts in driving his father, Lu Xinghua, and his group away last night. However, Wang Zhichao had been with the heretics of the Crow God Sect for over two months; it's uncertain if his hands are clean.
The truly innocent ones were his wife and children.
Lu Yuan couldn't help but recall the appalling sacrificial scenes he had witnessed at the Crow God Sect's hideout: the family of the vest-wearing man, Chen Yang... and Zhou Ling, who had died tragically to save him.
His appetite vanished instantly, and he ascended the stairs in a gloomy mood.
* * *
In his bedroom, at his desk.
A copy of *Medieval Tales* lay open in front of Lu Yuan. To his left was a computer screen displaying surveillance footage. To his right was a small bucket filled with rice, in which his mobile phone was buried.
