The old man didn't notice any change in Sui Yi's expression before he said, "Yeah... after all, it was indeed our fault, on this side of Midland..."
He found it somewhat difficult to speak, perhaps reluctant to admit it, but he knew it well.
Hee hee~ Back then, when the Wizard Tribe of Midland split, a group of people betrayed us and eventually fled to Cambodia.
That was roughly the process.
Gong Jiu and Flower Demon chuckled.
"That's not a wizard's curse, let alone a curse from the Wizard Tribe of Midland."
With a light comment from Sui Yi, the old man was stunned, and Gong Jiu and the others were also surprised.
Not?
"Impossible, our ancestors have always..."
The old wizard was about to speak.
Knock knock knock.
A knocking sound came from outside.
What rhythm was that knocking?
Little Apple.
You are my little, oh little apple...
Gong Jiu and others: "..."
Who could it be in the middle of the night?
