"Have you witnessed the methods of the Meng family people?"
The resentful words of Second Young Master Meng drilled into Hu Ma's ears, "You've pushed me this far. I'm already doomed to die, but you'll all join me in serving our ancestors..."
"This is the price for offending the Meng family; this is what it means to be a member of the Meng family..."
It felt as if a thousand faces were watching Hu Ma, a thousand voices murmuring countless different things, but the loudest belonged to that Second Young Master Meng.
In Hu Ma's illusion, Second Young Master Meng had already become one of the faces on the shroud of that distant existence. Yet, he still clung to his arrogance and hatred, as if venting his resentment toward Hu Ma with these final words.
The voice was grating, but Hu Ma actually didn't want to hear it at all. In his dizziness, he only saw a few familiar faces on that shroud.
