These two corpses were none other than Old Chen and Little Chen, father and son.
Both had died in an utterly miserable state. Not even their fleshly bodies had remained intact, as though something had gnawed on them.
Yet upon closer inspection, one could see a trace of relief on both their faces.
Wang Xiong stood to one side, his face filled with self-reproach.
If Wang Xiong had not told them there were spirit fruits on the mountain that could save Little Chen's life, perhaps Old Chen would not have died.
"I told you when we came here not to meddle in other people's affairs." Murong Xue glanced at Wang Xiong and spoke flatly.
Wang Xiong looked up at Murong Xue, gritted his teeth, then lowered his head in utter regret.
"This is the first time, and I hope it will be the last. Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless." Murong Xue's tone was icy.
Wang Xiong froze, then turned and left.
At the instant he turned around, Ye Yu saw the resentment and hatred in Wang Xiong's eyes.
A burst of passion would always be ground away by the powerlessness of life. Wang Xiong was probably beginning to miss the self he had once been, the one who possessed strength.
But none of that had anything to do with Ye Yu. After asking Murong Xue for a way to contact her, he turned and left.
After returning home, Wang Xiong threw himself into Ye Chenxiang's arms and began bawling his eyes out. He kept apologizing to Old Chen, with occasional denunciations of Murong Xue mixed in.
Ye Chenxiang's expression turned unpleasant when she heard that. "So you went after all? What did I tell you? We're ordinary people now. Don't do things beyond our capabilities."
"Xiangxiang, you weren't