"I'm now a cripple. Even if I go back, they won't want me. You're still young. Since you've already made your decision, I won't say much. Actually, what you said earlier is quite right. To Chen Quan, the two of us are not important. He values Zhu Hong's cunning and scheming, not our loyalty." Song Mingzhe's tone was very helpless.
"Uncle Song, you rest assured here and recover from your injuries. When you're healed, we'll leave here together." Chu Huaiyang said.
Song Mingzhe nodded, handed a finger-length wooden flute to Chu Huaiyang, and instructed: "I can't take care of Little Fei during this time, so please look after it for me and make sure nothing happens to it."
"Uncle Song, don't worry, I'll take good care of it." Chu Huaiyang knew who Song Mingzhe meant by 'Little Fei'; it was that falcon. It was Song Mingzhe's pride, and he spent countless time and energy to tame it.
