Lu Yin looked at Young Master Tu, his gaze complicated. "That kind of mental torment must be painful, right?"
Young Master Tu feigned confusion. "What mental torment?"
Lu Yin gazed at the distant, enormous Xiang City. "I know now. You have to endure it once every month. Who did this to you?"
Young Master Tu's expression turned grim. Without looking back, he walked away, clearly unwilling to say more.
Lu Yin continued, "Stay alive. There's only hope as long as you're alive. You've endured all these years already, so you can endure a little longer. Maybe you'll live to see what you're hoping for."
Young Master Tu spun around, his eyes bloodshot. "Stay alive? Easy for you to say! Do you know what kind of torment I've suffered? If it weren't for that one word—wait—death would be the greatest release for me. I've wanted to die more than once. Every month, every day, every hour—even just now, while talking to you, I thought about killing myself. You don't understand at all, you traitor! You're all traitors..."
He screamed like a madman.
Lu Yin faced Young Master Tu without saying a word, letting him curse and vent like a madman. He had never said those things to Uncle He, or to anyone else. Only Lu Yin, because Lu Yin looked like that person. Years of mental torment made him prone to hallucinations. It didn't matter who he was speaking to; it was all the same.
"That pain burrows into your bones and makes your head feel like it's splitting apart. They even crippled my talent. Back then, I was called a peerless genius. I was good enough to become the Eighth Hero..."
"If it weren't for the Lu family, you'd have been finished long ago! Why betray them? What did you