Xiao Feng did not hide anything, he truthfully told Sun Shijie about his previous experiences in the town, as for whether the other party believed it, that was another matter.
"Crack!"
A startling thunder resounded in the sky, followed by a breeze mixed with fine snow blowing in, the two appeared almost simultaneously, perfectly synchronized.
Generally speaking, it's rare to hear thunder in winter, but at this moment no one paid attention to this point, they just silently watched Sun Shijie walking into the yard, his back desolate and lonely.
"A teacher-student relationship is like father and son, for the elder Sun, Shao Wenxing's death is akin to the pain of losing a child..." Zhao Guo'an couldn't help but voice his sentiment.
"I still can't figure out why Shao Wenxing was so determined to die, but insisted that his master nod in agreement first?" Lu Yao looked at Xiao Feng: "People who are truly intent on dying wouldn't have such a thought, right?"
