Gu Jianlin also looked up at the sky, staring at the oppressive clouds sprawling across the heavens.
"I don't even know how I feel."
He said softly: "Just disappointed, but also somewhat relieved."
Jing Ci made a sound in acknowledgment and smiled slightly: "Is that so? Back in Black Cloud City, you encountered Mu Feng and his daughter, as well as the people in the refuge. Why did you choose to help them back then? Was it because they saved your friends, because of their tragedy or kindness? Or was it because of your father? Or your arrogance?"
Gu Jianlin stayed silent.
"You met good people in Black Cloud City, but what kind of people did you encounter in West Port? You casually helped someone, yet what you got in return was betrayal, bringing forth a swarm of insatiable individuals begging for your charity, none of whom cared at all about your life."
