Geng Mingzhi stared blankly at Chen Ze's retreating back, his eyes full of unwillingness and despair.
Those deep eyes were like a pool of stagnant water about to run dry, yet they struggled desperately to stir up even the faintest ripple.
Chen Ze's words still echoed in his ears. He had meant for them to stay far away from this dangerous place where trouble brewed.
Yet with the blood-deep hatred of their exterminated Lineage still unavenged, how could he speak lightly of giving up?
Whenever he recalled the miserable sight of his Lineage's destruction and the tragic fates of his loved ones, Geng Mingzhi's heart hurt as though pierced by ten thousand arrows.
Bian Yuanliang gently tugged at Geng Mingzhi's sleeve and said in a low voice, "The senior's words are not without reason. If we remain here, I fear we may bring even greater trouble upon ourselves."
His voice carried a trace of worry and helplessness, his brows faintly furrowed.
A flash of struggle first passed through Geng Mingzhi's eyes, the clash of inner conflict and contradiction.
But that brief struggle was soon replaced by resolve. He said in a deep voice, "I cannot leave just like this. My Lineage, my loved ones—their vengeance has yet to be repaid. I cannot let their spirits rest uneasy in heaven."
His voice was filled with determination, as though he were issuing one final challenge to fate.
Bian Yuanliang shook his head helplessly and said, "But what can we do? That ruin is simply not somewhere we can set foot."
Geng Mingzhi gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing a reckless resolve. "I'll find a way myself. There will always be an opportunity."
Bian Yuanliang fell silent. He and Geng Mingzhi had only met by chance, and now he had no idea how