Chen Jie stepped into the delicate area of Peng Yingyu, a small room, though outside was as luxurious as the Imperial Palace, Peng Yingyu had confined himself within a woodshed.
It was clear that he truly felt deeply guilty about his actions.
When Chen Jie and Ni Wenjun stepped into this small, shut-off woodshed, they finally saw the emaciated Peng Yingyu.
"Old Peng!"
Seeing Peng Yingyu in such a state, both Chen Jie and Ni Wenjun exclaimed.
The exclamation reached Peng Yingyu's ears, and he turned dazedly, his eyes surreal, but after a moment regained clarity.
He chanted a Buddha name: "Amitabha Buddha!"
Upon hearing this melodious yet distinctly hoarse voice, Ni Wenjun and Chen Jie were taken aback; who would have thought that the one once unrivaled in loyalty and a subject of awe for the heroes worldwide, an esteemed figure on the Heavenly List, would become such a frail, seemingly drained beinig.
