Beiting Huang did not speak; he was enduring, and if he truly could not bear it anymore, he had no intention of continuing to endure.
Zhuu Shu stepped forward, "Sister, we are not strangers, they are all my friends, they have saved my life. They come from the Spirit Realm, and I have promised them shelter!"
"Shelter?" Zhuu Hua seemed to have heard a very funny joke, her gaze sweeping over the villagers riding the Snow Wolves, but dressed in tattered clothing, "Are you mistaken? What right do you have to offer them shelter? Just because you have never contributed any strength to the Dark Demon Domain and solely because of your status as the favored Young Master by our father?"
Zhuu Shu's face turned red, and a slight bow hid the increasingly indifferent expression in his eyes.
More than a decade of brother-sister affection could not compare to the fleeting camaraderie with the villagers.
