The sound of sobbing echoed, drifting within the deep and desolate mountain peak.
Tears trickled down from Xiang Qun's eyes, making him appear somewhat desolate.
Walking along the mountain path, Ye Feng naturally took all this in with a sigh. With a flicker, he appeared in front of Xiang Qun.
Xiang Qun was completely unaware of Ye Feng's arrival, still crying incessantly, his entire being a living embodiment of tears.
"Men don't easily shed tears. As a man, crying doesn't solve problems; facing them head-on does. What do you think?" Ye Feng said calmly.
Hearing this, Xiang Qun quickly lifted his head to look at Ye Feng, a trace of confusion in his eyes, obviously not understanding when this person appeared.
"Who, who are you?" Xiang Qun swallowed and asked.
"Who I am isn't important. What's important is whether you intend to keep crying?" Ye Feng asked, looking down.
