Shen Tu Jue's expression did not look feigned. He had truly thought of something sorrowful, and the usual sharpness and cold composure had vanished from his face.
Although the two had not explained the matter in detail, everyone could guess that when Shen Tu Jue had been gravely wounded, he had been saved by the Luo siblings. The three of them had stayed together for a long time, but Shen Tu Jue's injuries had been too severe, and they still had not healed by the time the Luo siblings' enemies came knocking.
To keep Shen Tu Jue from being implicated, Luo Zhe's sister had taken Luo Zhe away.
In the end, the siblings had not waited for Shen Tu Jue to recover and come to their aid. His sister had ultimately fallen to their enemies, while only Luo Zhe had escaped.
Judging from Luo Zhe's expression, he clearly held a grudge against Shen Tu Jue. If Shen Tu Jue had gone to save them, his sister would not have been slain by their enemies.
Shen Tu Jue murmured to himself, sorrow filling his heart. There were not many people he had been grateful to in his life, but the Luo siblings certainly counted among them.
Back then, he had been injured in a great battle and could be said to have been on the brink of death, clinging to life by a thread. Without someone to save him, there was no way he could have survived.
Even after meeting the Luo siblings, if not for Luo Zhe's sister risking the depletion of her origin force to unleash her full strength, Shen Tu Jue would certainly have died soon after. Yet even knowing that she was being pursued and that the situation was dangerous, Luo Zhe's sister had still extended a