Xiao Zhi Ren might have heard each word that came out of Grandmaster Wang's mouth but there was only a couple of things that he could completely comprehend. The rest of his words seemed too complicated for him to grasp at the moment.
He kept rubbing his thumb over the engraved thunderbolt on the hilt of the dagger with a gaze brimming with disbelief. His feelings were conflicted at the moment since he couldn't decide whether he was agonized or alarmed.
If his own blood-related family was behind his mother's death then he really wasn't sure how to react anymore. Lost in his own thoughts he didn't see that a certain green-eyed person was leaning against an old tree.
Ru had a cigarette between her lips as she puffed out wisps of white smoke in a languid manner. She seemed content in her own world. As she finally saw Xiao Zhi Ren coming this way, she threw the cigarette butt and extinguished it underneath her handmade leather shoes.
