At first, Lu Yuque thought he was questioning the young man, and she somewhat wanted to help him explain the misunderstanding.
Although Lushan was also staring at the Martial Arts Scripture in her hand, there was no blood feud after all; she didn't hate them, and the young man hadn't killed the Lushan disciples.
But she immediately noticed the bloodstains on the Lushan disciples.
Stained on their clothes, large, fresh dark red patches.
Their expressions weren't that fierce, either; many of them looked panicked and mournful.
...The young man hadn't hurt them just now.
She looked at Jiao Tianhe, wanting to say something, but quickly realized she had no right; Jiao Tianhe's eyes looked at her coldly, as if looking at a dead object.
She was just an item waiting for belonging; his eyes didn't have her in them.
The knights wandered outside the forest, and soon, more knights galloped over—from the east, the west, and even across the river, near and far, like gathering ants.
