In the Peach Forest, a brief silence fell.
Zhao Yi adjusted his expression several times, planning the tone for his next words, but ultimately stopped himself.
No way, this damn sense of empathy was incredibly strong.
Even though this terrifying presence in front of him hadn't told him the specifics of the past, merely expressing a few heartfelt sentiments was enough for Zhao Yi to resonate fiercely.
Amidst this, there was a hint of disappointment.
It turns out what the other acknowledged was not his talent and potential, but that same unfortunate situation.
Zhao Yi closed his eyes, bowed his head, the Gate of Life and Death at his heart frantically spinning, gradually pulling himself out of this emotional whirlpool.
Yet the pain, torment, unwillingness, and loneliness on his face became increasingly clear.
The figure deeper in the Peach Forest still stood there.
If one were to clear away the dark mist obscuring it, a slow smile could be seen at the corner of its mouth.
