The Elders were somewhat embarrassed, no matter how you looked at it, they were men, yet they had driven a woman to tears, making her cry like a pear blossom bathed in rain. Even though they had argued stubbornly for what they believed in, making a woman cry was truly a loss of face.
"Mr. Li, this matter…"
"Let's talk about it later." Li Xiaoyao waved his hand and chased after her.
Cheng Yiyi ran all the way to a small lake within Medicine God Valley and sat down, now in early winter, the wind carried a chill, and the leaves by the lake were withered yellow, bearing a touch of winter's desolation.
"Uncle Allen once said something profound to me, at that time I was too young to understand. By the time I understood, he was no longer here." Li Xiaoyao arrived at some point, sitting down as he spoke, gazing at the shimmering lake surface and said softly.
Cheng Yiyi didn't look at him, her gaze did not even flicker.