"Ah?" Ye Yinzhu blankly felt MacMillan's sincerity, unable to speak for a moment.
Could the Masters of Faran's Seventh Tower be bought so easily? A feeling of wry amusement sprouted within him.
Indeed, he couldn't possibly understand the current state of mind of the few Tower Masters in Faran; in the eyes of ordinary people, they were akin to gods. But who could know the extent of loneliness they bore?
Just now, when Ye Yinzhu suggested that his child become Aubrey's godchild, it seemed to awaken their human nature, much like a mother's love for her child is the most selfless. They were reminded of their former families and the feeling of kinship. At that moment, they were almost desperate to feel it more deeply.
Even Aubrey, known for his composed temperament, couldn't resist such feelings, let alone the other five Tower Masters.
