His eldest brother's gaze was as tender as it had been in the past, whereas the rebellious second brother turned his head away with crossed arms, showing a face of defiance.
But now, at this moment when their time-worn eyes met, all words melted away.
Li Muxiu's face was streaked with tears, and this old man, who had never shed a single tear even when crawling out from beneath tens of thousands of demon corpses on the battlefield, was now sobbing uncontrollably.
The longstanding knot and scar in his heart dissolved at that moment.
It turned out his big brother had never blamed him…
Li Muxiu's body trembled slightly, but gradually, he calmed his emotions, wiped the tears from his face, and a rare hint of blushing appeared on his weathered face.
He quickly changed the subject, thinking of important matters, and hurriedly asked, "Big brother, how did you break free? Wasn't it said that one must pass through Mo River to do so? You just mentioned you haven't passed through yet…"
