Aren't you saddened by the white hair reflected in the tall hall's bright mirror? Black as silk in the morning, white as snow by dusk... The joys and sorrows of the human world were probably connected in some ways.
Inside a Chinese-style room, what should have been a festive occasion was now marked by white lanterns.
Situ Leiming had prepared a table full of sumptuous dishes and sat alone.
On this day in previous years, his children should have been surrounding him in happiness. Now, all that remained was a lonely old man with one foot in the grave.
Several sets of bowls and chopsticks sat untouched on the table. Only one or two wine cups had been used.
The old man's eyes were filled with grief and sorrow.
Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open, and Situ Qingfeng appeared in the old man's view... He hurried over and stopped before Situ Leiming, lowering his head. Half ashamed and half distressed, he rasped, "Old Sect Master, the Kallon Clan betrayed us. I..."
Situ Leiming shook his head and waved, signaling the loyal young man to be quiet.
He then looked outside and saw Huo Zhen arriving arm in arm with the Old Bastard.
"You really didn't leave." Huo Zhen glanced at the sumptuous feast and slowly sighed. "Situ Leiming, your injuries won't hold out much longer."
Situ Leiming remained silent.
Although Gongsun Shiyu had asked Hou Bai to give him Precious Medicine for healing, he still hadn't taken it. He had done so to prepare for every possibility—for no matter what the situation, ordinary people would instinctively relax their guard slightly when facing a heavily wounded enemy.
Seeing that Situ Leiming did not speak, Huo Zhen sighed again. "Situ Leiming, do you know that your alliance has already been discovered