Beside the woman in white with a severed arm, Xiao Linlin's voice carried an immense resentment and anger.
Xiao Chan'er remained silent, but in her eyes, there was only gloom, helplessness, and disappointment.
Zhou Yan didn't speak either because, with Xiao Linlin's words, he felt he had indeed been isolated.
Perhaps, if he hadn't been so self-righteous, believing he had controlled the situation enough to set a trap, he wouldn't have caused his parents' death, wouldn't have made Yanyan leave in sorrow...
He thought of many things but understood nothing.
He forced a wretched smile, which tugged at the internal injuries in his head, causing him to choke in agony.
Yet he still took out a jug of wine, tilted his head back to drink, his figure gradually disappearing into the distance.
Zhou Yan left, stepping into the ancient Evil Formation of the Despair Abyss, all alone.
He walked on and on, the place remained bleak.