The two figures walked away.
Until both had entered the dense forest, disappearing completely from view, the man standing atop the cliff had yet to retract his gaze.
Looking towards the entrance of the forest, a touch of indescribable solitude was added to his glossy black eyes.
The cliff wind blew against him, tousling his short fringe.
Beneath the moonlight, his figure appeared even more mysterious and inscrutable, yet it invoked a sense of pity.
High places are intolerably cold... As they walked far away, as the wind blew, he suddenly felt an intense sense of loss.
Standing alone on the high ground, with no one by his side, was it loneliness?
Perhaps.
He didn't know how much time had passed by the time his panting brothers struggled to catch up.
Mu Xiaojiu suddenly stepped forward and spoke coldly, "Go back and start over!"
Dozens of men, wide-eyed and dumbfounded, nearly knelt before him.
What was with Mr. Xiaojiu tonight, determined to torment them without rest?
