"Su Ming, you…" the elder blurted out, yet when he saw the bloodshot look in Su Ming’s eyes, the fatigue evident on his body, and his silent persistence, he could not continue speaking, because he could also feel the grave consequences Su Ming had paid for his persistence.
In his eyes, Su Ming was now like a notched arrow, ready to be shot. That arrow let out a shocking, sharp presence. No one could stop him until he tasted blood!
"Elder… I’m back," Su Ming whispered softly, just like he always did when he came back from the outskirts.
The elder looked at Su Ming, and in his eyes, there was happiness, reluctance, hesitation, and a complicated look that Su Ming could not identify.
"You want to fight for the tribe?" the elder asked quietly after a long while.
Su Ming nodded his head.
"Even if you may face death, are you still willing to?" the elder asked again after a moment of silence.
