The two figures just left when two silhouettes emerged above the lake. Leading them was a man with an icy expression, his temples grizzled, his hands as white as jade, and his grey clothes rustling in the wind. The person behind him appeared relatively young, but his face was stained with tears, and he was gritting his teeth so hard they made a grinding noise.
"Younger brother..."
Yu Mugao's voice was choked with sobs, a little hoarse, while Yu Xiaogui spoke with an unsightly face, in a low tone:
"How could things have gotten this far... It's one thing for Jiang, the Guest Elder, to die, but to involve Muyuan and raise the Li family's suspicions is completely not worth it!"
Yu Xiaogui was known for his heart of stone; he had watched Yu Muxuan die right in front of him without moving to save him. Yu Mugao retorted angrily upon hearing this:
