The only piece of armor hanging in the tent casts a silent shadow.
Du Yehu indeed "knows"...
His lowered eyes show no hint of murderous intent. He silently gazes at the ground, as if in a daze, but his entire heart feels as if it might explode.
Du Ruhui... He dares to mention Fenglin City.
And he mentions it with such poise, as if it's the genuine story carved on the stone outside the Maple Forest City Region, as if the truths of hundreds of thousands are truly what they've painted.
It seems like from beginning to end, he and Zhuang Gaoxian are merely victims of that tragic event.
Victimized by the Cult, harmed by the treacherous traitors...
Du Yehu slowly lifts his head, his face almost expressionless.
He is not good at acting, so Duan Li said that when emotions are uncontrollable, just put on a stern face, it's fine to be angry—he can't be sure if anyone is watching him now.
And the person who would teach him is no longer around.
