Although Ye Xunhuan's tone had normalized, the crimson in his eyes remained, also carrying a hint of bloodthirstiness.
"I don't understand the feelings between you brothers and mentors and disciples," Qiu Shuihan said with lingering fear, looking at Ye Xunhuan: "But I know that they definitely wouldn't want to see you like this!"
"I know you blame yourself, you feel guilty, but Xunhuan, none of that really had anything to do with you. Even if you hadn't left, the outcome might have been the same, or you might even have lost your own life!"
"Perhaps it could have changed!"
Seeing Ye Xunhuan say that, what could Qiu Shuihan do other than sigh?
He knew that the knot in Ye Xunhuan's heart wasn't something that could be unraveled so easily, after all, so many lives had been lost for him!
The topic suddenly shifted as Qiu Shuihan spoke: "Your aunt called me a few days ago!"
