He set down his wine glass and sat back, sighing deeply.
"It was here, in this very place, that the practitioners of Quan's Five Arts were all summoned... right, Lord Quan the Second?"
His last question was addressed to Quan Shiheng.
Quan Shiheng's mouth moved several times, his eyes wide open; it was unclear whether his tongue or his throat was the problem, but he couldn't make a sound. Instead, he just glared fiercely at him, with more animosity than even an enemy would show.
It was apparent that his time on Scorpio Island had not been easy, leaving him in his current sorry state...
Yan Zhenrong smiled leisurely, the sunken muscles on his face making him look even more repulsive.
"I forgot, you can only listen now. So, just listen, okay?!"
Zhan Se pursed his lips tightly, glancing at the disheveled Quan Shiheng, silently listening to Yan Zhenrong's voice growing increasingly somber.
"Fourth elder brother, don't you also really want to know why?"
