"Stop!"
The man in silver armor hesitated, turning around begrudgingly, and spat out hatefully, "Young master, the Shrine of Slaughter must not be defiled!"
"Come back!"
"Young master..."
"I said come back!" Chu Lingxian roared, and the man in silver armor let out a heavy sigh, shooting a fierce glare at Xie Tian before leaving.
Outside Hall Number Sixty-Six, the auction was in full swing, but the hall itself fell into an unprecedented silence.
The men in silver armor stared at Xie Tian, their fury unmasked. Xie Tian sat by the wall in silence, while Chu Lingxian's gaze was hazy, and streaks of pain occasionally crossed his brow.
He was really in pain.
Heart pain.
Heart pain that his brother would say such things.
And the fact that those words were true made them sting even more; otherwise, they wouldn't have touched such a tender spot in his heart.
But he would rather have anyone else in the world say them, than to have them come from Xie Tian's mouth.
