But...
"Gulp!"
He drained a pot of wine in one go.
Perhaps it was the spiciness of the wine, or perhaps it was the sadness in his heart, but his eyes were already moist.
But—
He took a deep breath and forced his tears back.
From that day on, Hong Zhisha would not shed tears.
His heart was filled only with revenge, with the slaughter of the Great Yu, except for the small bit of humanity he felt only when he was with Xiao Yu.
"But this matter shouldn't be hidden for long!"
He sighed deeply in his heart.
After the Nine Gates Battle... perhaps... he could hold on a bit longer.
...
Hong Zhisha sat there, accompanying Xiao Ming.
He only stood up slowly at dawn.
"Alright, old brother, I have to go."
"Rest assured, with me here, Xiao Yu will be fine."
He stopped to look at Xiao Ming's pale face, then finally turned away and left the room.
In the hall.
The clone was waiting early.
When he saw Hong Zhisha walk in, he quickly stood up, "Uncle!"
"Hmm!"
