High above, the Cloud Winged Tiger Cub carried Ye Zhen at a leisurely pace, vast amounts of Cloud Qi gathered around them, perfectly concealing both Ye Zhen and itself as they flew through the sky.
Ye Zhen's eyes were half-closed. The distressing image of Yu Jing, whose heart was broken to the point of despair just two hours ago, still occasionally surfaced in his mind.
In that moment, Yu Jing must have realized that she and Ye Zhen could never be together. What grieved her even more was the cruelty of both Ye Zhen and this world.
Was Ye Zhen cruel?
Ye Zhen didn't think so.
The struggle between him and the Yu Family was a matter of life and death, to hold back was to court death.
In fact, Ye Zhen had already shown mercy several times. If he had been even more ruthless, striking directly at the ordinary clansmen and low-level warriors of the Yu Family, he might have driven Yu Feilong mad.
However, if Ye Zhen truly acted in such a manner, he wouldn't be himself anymore.
