Long Zhao Feng's complexion turned greenish pale when Xiao Yue was done with her story. He looked as if he was about to throw up from disgust or sorrow. Xiao Yue had expected him to react this way, more or less. How could he not? His brother had died in the same exact way.
Thinking back, how could there be such a fortunate coincidence that they found out about the existence of the Priestess of the Huiyang Tribe? It was all so fishy. Then again who would have expected that this kind of trap existed? That a poisonous snake was slithering around in the middle of fighting soldiers, looking to devour its preys whole?
His brother, General Long Zhao Xue, was simply one of many. One of those who died to serve as power fodder.
"I'm sorry," Long Zhao Feng said, his voice a little hoarse. "Please give me a moment."
"Sure."
