He sensed something was amiss regarding the events of that day.
Because at a certain moment, even he, with his incredibly resolute will, had wavered.
Wavered because of Wu Ye Ji.
In Wu Zhe's view, this was simply impossible. He had only one sister: the deceased Wu Handing.
After Wu Handing's death, he no longer had any familial ties to bind him.
That day, Wu Ye Ji had managed to stir him. At the time, he hadn't thought much of it, but now, looking back...
There was definitely something wrong!
This person's abilities might have a certain bewitching effect; otherwise, it would have been impossible for so many people to be taken in at that time.
While Wu Zhe pondered these issues, he suddenly discovered that at some point, an additional figure had appeared in the dark room.
"Are you thinking about Wu Ye Ji?"
"Who are you?"
"You wouldn't be foolish enough to call for the guards at this point, would you? That would be too slow!"
