At this moment, the wind in the mountains carried traces of cold, like sharp blades, blowing wildly, lifting his hair as if mercilessly tugging at his heart, now riddled with wounds.
The mountain path was rugged, full of dead branches and fallen leaves. As he stepped on them, a dull sound echoed, as if it were a low moan echoing his inner pain.
After a few steps, Shi Feiyang couldn't help but turn around regretfully, looking at Yili. At this moment, the sky was covered with dense clouds, the heavy layers pressing like lead above his head, casting the whole world into a suffocating atmosphere.
His voice carried a trace of choked emotion, nearly pleading, "How have I, in truth, conducted myself? Heaven bears witness!"
His eyes were full of helplessness and pain, as if he were telling the world of his grievances, but only Yili's icy gaze and the cold indifference and doubts of the Hengshan Sect people responded.
