Yang Dao's word made the four people shiver. The boy was still leaning back in the rocking chair and he gazed at the people with a calm face. Never had he given off such a strong pressure. Watching the four of them not answering his question the boy had no option but to speak.
"Why do you think I became what I have become today? Why do you think I worked myself to the ground, gave up my sleep, gave up the friends I cherished, the vanity I yearned for as a child? Why?" he asked in the same calm tone.
The familiars opened their mouths one by one, but they had no words to say. They had nothing to clear their names. Feng Yun wanted to say something like Master calm down and all but watching the trace of disappointment in his dim eyes, she could not.
