After hearing everything that Elder Yue said, the disciple immediately went on to carry out his tasks.
A dark shadow followed soundlessly behind that disciple as he left.
Elder Ying stood outside Jun Wu Xie's room door and looked through the window at Yue Ye who was staring blankly into the mirror, her eyes seemingly brewing with endless sorrow.
"I should have thought of it long ago when both of you look so much like her but I am instead almost forgetting what that lady looked like when I should be remembering." Elder Ying's voice was slightly raspy and looking at Yue Ye's wan and sallow little face, his eyes could not help but turn red around the rims.
Jun Wu Xie stood beside Elder Ying, following Elder Ying's gaze to look inside.
"Tell me, if I had noticed that they looked so much like their mother, would they….. not have had to suffer so much hardship all these years?" Elder Ying had never hated himself so much like he did at that very moment.
