Yuwen Wushuang

"It's nothing much,"

The Golden Lion lowered his head and wanted to continue forward, but Su Zimo grabbed him.

"What's going on?"

He glared at the Golden Lion and his tone turned heavier.

The Golden Lion did not dare to meet Su Zimo's gaze and merely said in a low, muffled voice, "I merely lost a fight against someone because I'm weaker."

Although the Golden Lion's words were simple, Su Zimo knew that there must be more to it than meets the eye!

Otherwise, the Golden Lion would not have such an expression.

In the depths of his eyes, he was conflicted and clearly had something on his mind.

"Who did it?"

Night Spirit's gaze was cold and his tone was murderous!

Ever since Night Spirit was born in Ethereal Peak, he had no clansmen.

He had always viewed Su Zimo and the others as his kin.

Although the Golden Lion only knew him later on, they had fought side by side before and were sworn brothers!