"That's right," Feng Yun said. "That year in Shuiyun Temple, the person who defiled Yun'e and then stripped her in public, binding her to the Bodhi Tree, was none other than your own brother, Tie Ma."
Woo... Kong Yun'e broke down in great sobs.
Jin Ge watched her in disbelief, then turned his gaze to Tie Ma.
He moved closer slowly and yanked the cloth that had been stuffed in Tie Ma's mouth.
"Feng Shi'er Niang is spouting nonsense, isn't she?"
The bloodlust in Jin Ge's eyes was vicious, murky as if overbrimming liquid was about to drip down.
They were brothers by blood, orphaned at a young age, a pair who had relied on each other for survival. They lived a beggar's life, not sure of the next meal, enduring untold hardships. Later, they were chosen by Xiao Mu, the old Prince of Jingling, to join the youth corps. Through days of toil and struggle, without a patch of unbruised skin, they honed their martial skills.
