Meanwhile.
Inside the castle, it was also a scene of deathly silence.
Lu Hong crouched on the ground, using a handkerchief to wipe the blood off White-Eyed Wolf.
Li Jian stood nearby, his hands tightly clenched, his eyes red.
As for Gold Wolf King, he also stood quietly nearby, his heart filled with guilt.
Once White-Eyed Wolf's injuries stabilized, Ling Yunfei withdrew his gaze, looking at Li Jian with suspicion: "Are you and Zhou Zheng close?"
"Yes."
"We grew up together, joined the Temple together, and even became Law Enforcers together."
"Through thick and thin, we've always supported each other. Although not blood brothers, our bond is stronger than familial ties."
"But I didn't expect he would leave like that."
Li Jian painfully crouched on the ground, tears streaming down.
They say men don't cry easily, yet Li Jian openly wept in front of everyone, showing how deep his feelings for Zhou Zheng were.
Ling Yunfei patted his shoulder, offering comfort.
