The shade on Lin Hao Yu's face became uglier and uglier as the whisperings of the surrounding crowd of youths made his heart grow weak, and his gaze appears highly panicked and flustered as he looked at the youths around him. Within the many pairs of distant eyes filled with all kinds of suspicions, Lin Hao Yu attempted to find the culprit, but ended up feeling everyone was suspect.
That pile of bloody flesh, had been like a rope, a noose around his neck that made it hard for him to breathe.
[Was it the Flame Demons Palace's Qiao Chu?]
[Or was it someone from another palace?]
[Are they seeking to kill him?]
[No…..]
[He didn't want to die…..]
