Three days later, a group of young men from the ancient town unwillingly trailed behind a crowd of people. Many of them had bewildered expressions on their faces. With Li Zhu's death, the seal on their souls was not as tight as before, creating a small opening.
Therefore, even without Chu Mo taking them around to experience various things, these passionate youths began to doubt what they had believed before.
There was a young girl named He, who Chu Mo had captured to serve Shen Aobing previously. She was currently standing next to Chu Mo, her spirited eyes looking around, her countenance reflecting a struggle to speak.
"What's the matter? Do you have something to say?" Chu Mo asked.
"No...Nothing." He's mood seemed a bit low, and she said softly, "It's just... some memories resurfaced all of a sudden."
"Oh?" Chu Mo gave her a glance.
He's eyes were beginning to get teary and she whispered, "I remembered how I ended up in the ancient town."
