Grandmaster and the others listened with smiles.
Ning Rongrong leaned against the shoulder of a man with several scars on his face, their fingers tightly interlocked.
On closer inspection, the man was none other than Oscar, the sausage vendor from back then.
He remained silent. His handsome face had gained a few traces of ferocity, but his bearing had also become steadier.
Watching his daughter lean against Oscar's shoulder, Ning Fengzhi felt both gratified and worried.
It had already been more than ten days. He was afraid—afraid that after some time, his daughter might start vomiting.
Everyone appeared happy on the surface, but their hearts were heavy. It was just that no one spoke of what was weighing on them.
After a while, when Ma Hongjun had talked himself hoarse and paused to drink some water, Oscar calmly asked, "The Star Luo Empire was destroyed. Are Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing dead?"
His voice was very calm, devoid of emotion. It had to do with what he had experienced over the years; even after returning to this warm family, he still lacked a sense of security.
The moment Oscar spoke, everyone fell silent, undisguised sorrow appearing on their faces.
After a long while, Grandmaster sighed. "The Star Luo Empire was destroyed. I heard that every member of the Star Luo Imperial Family was killed."
After Grandmaster finished speaking, silence lingered once more.
A wave of sorrow spread through the room without anyone noticing.
A moment later, footsteps sounded, and a man and a woman appeared at the entrance to the council hall.
Their familiar appearances startled everyone in the hall, and they immediately rose to their feet.
"Mubai."
"Zhuqing."
"You're not dead?"
Ning Rongrong released Oscar's hand and rushed over, tightly embracing Zhu Zhuqing.
Ma Hongjun and Oscar also hurried