He strode toward the secluded wing where the survivors of the Peng Clan had been resettled.
To the outside world, and to the survivors themselves, this was the ultimate act of a saint. By providing a roof, food, and a path to integration into the clan, Shen Yu had solidified his image as a man of peerless righteousness.
The atmosphere in the courtyard was thick with a heavy, lingering gloom, but beneath the grief, a fragile hope had taken root. These people, once the collateral of a fallen house, now looked toward the man who had "saved" them from the demonic madness of Peng Kai with genuine reverence.
As he passed, they bowed deeply, their eyes filled with the desperate gratitude of those who had found a savior in their darkest hour.
He reached the quarters of Li Qiu and gave a sharp, rhythmic knock. The door was pulled open by An Xue, the same woman who had pleaded for mercy on that bloody night. Her face lit up with a humble, watery smile as she bowed.
