Han Xuelian's expression was shadowed with doubt and hurt. He desperately needed to know what hidden agendas and deeds unfurled between his dear broken jewel and Zhu Zhiying.
Yet, the ice shards pricking at his heart cautioned him against interrogating his dear broken jewel.
In the same instance, he was beyond the reasoning of patience and affection.
He needed to know what happened.
"Explain," the Grandmaster demanded with an unkind tone, his chest heaving against the suffocating tightness he could feel at the back of his throat. "Tell me everything that you did with him…when and why…"
Chi Cheng wanted nothing more than to burrow himself deep into a desolate hole, shovel the soil over himself till no light could filter in and where he could avoid the questioning gaze of the Grandmaster.
The former Celestial Beast swallowed hard, his wrists now coldly numb from Han Xuelian's iron grip which firmly latched onto them.
