The cold wind blows, but the banquet still resounds with laughter.
"Wow, this cake is great!"
"Black Forest, right?"
"Children love this, take some home for your daughter."
Beside the table, Professor Zhang picked up his cup again and took a sip of wine.
"Sigh, Song Yin, that guy, doing such things in prison...
"Certainly has been a great help to the Immortal Committee.
"But for himself, it's a form of self-torment.
"Using brutal methods to harm others, over time, the eyes see too much bloodshed, the heart slowly becomes cold and hard, and one becomes less normal..."
Bai Mo responded casually, instinctively holding his disciple Char Siubun tightly.
"Awo?"
Char Siubun looked up at his master, sensing the master's unusual state.
Could it be a danger?
