Over a year and a half, after watching fourteen of her clan members commit suicide one after another, Zhuo Yun had become numb. In the small bundle she carried on her back, there were fourteen portraits made from ashes. Each portrait represented a life from her clan! Each time she saw these statues, Zhuo Yun's heart ached so much that she could hardly breathe. If it were not for the constant comfort from the Yan Shi brothers and Ah Dai, she would have likely fallen apart already. The only belief she held now was to rescue the Elf Clan's princess.
The Yan Shi brothers were deeply worried about Ah Dai's changing personality. Although they wanted to dissuade him, the death of each elf fueled their desire to kill. How could they possibly change Ah Dai's mind? Fortunately, those who Ah Dai killed were all villains, which was their only comfort.
