The atmosphere in the small pavilion was oppressive and heavy. It was as silent as the grave; one could hear a pin drop.
Chen Yongfa, King Chen, and Huang Qiu all wore wildly shifting expressions: shock, horror, disbelief, bewilderment, fear, despair...
Their changing expressions revealed just how conflicted they were inside.
Something weighed so heavily on their hearts that they couldn't control their bodies. They were trembling slightly!
Taking it all in, Bai Yang turned his gaze away from them, unsure what to say.
Putting himself in their shoes, Bai Yang knew he had brought them trouble—and no ordinary trouble, either. The slightest misstep could bring down an entire nation and consign it to history, dragging billions of lives down with it.
Just think about it. If Chu Tianya came here in a thunderous rage, he might well slaughter the surrounding dynasties to vent his fury!
At the end of the day, the Chen Dynasty was innocent, as were the countless living beings under its rule. Yet because of his own trouble, they were the ones who would have to shoulder the blame...
Why should they?
Bai Yang had brought this trouble upon himself. Why should someone else have to bear it for him? What kind of logic was that?
But the truth was that it had already happened. Whatever King Chen and the others did next—even if they turned against him, even if they cursed and blamed him—Bai Yang felt they would be entirely justified!
After all, they had no reason or obligation to take the blame for him.
Bai Yang wasn't the kind of self-centered person who thought, I've gotten into trouble, so you have to stand by me unconditionally because we're close—even if it costs you your wife and children and your whole family. If you won't