Wu De's eyes were bloodshot. He was on the verge of collapse, nearly dropping to his knees on the spot.
It was all his fault. If he had reminded White Lord early on not to use Transcendence abilities in the Inner City, they would never have been discovered.
But because he had forgotten, everyone had ended up surrounded.
Endless self-reproach crushed him until he could barely breathe. Just then, a hand gently settled on his trembling shoulder.
Wu De froze and slowly raised his head. "White Lord, I..."
Bai Ye gently shook his head. Behind him, enemies surged in without end. Piercing alarms and murderous shouts nearly blended into one continuous roar.
Yet there was not the slightest trace of panic or blame on his face.
He stood in a loose, casual posture, a faint smile on his face.
"You forgot, so you forgot. What's the big deal? I forget things all the time too."
Wu De's bloodshot eyes widened in disbelief, reflecting that face that remained calm and unruffled.
"But, White Lord... it's all my fault. I got everyone exposed. I got you involved..."
Before he could finish, he felt his shoulder sink slightly. That powerful hand pressed down all his self-blame and despair.
Bai Ye casually swept his gaze over the enemies flooding in from every direction, a faint curve lifting at the corner of his lips.
"Wu De, you're wrong. You didn't harm me. You harmed them.
If you really can't get over it, don't forget to apologize to them later."
His light, airy words carried a careless arrogance.
Wu De stood there in a daze. His heart had been filled with guilt over his grave mistake, and he had thought he had disappointed White Lord.
Yet what he received was not a reprimand, but only a