Su Mo left the outer square and went back to the courtyard of his abode, then entered into Li Feng's room.
Li Feng laid on his bed and stared blindly at the ceiling, with tears rolling down his cheeks.
His cultivation had been destroyed; so had his arms and legs. Indeed, no one could have endured such an attack.
Niu Xiaohu and Zhou Xin were in front of Li Feng's bed.
"Senior Brother Su Mo, hurry! Please say something to Senior Brother Li Feng!"
Noticing that Su Mo had returned, Niu Xiaohu said with a worried look, "Senior Brother Li Feng hasn't spoken a word. I'm afraid he'll do something stupid!"
"Hmm!"
Su Mo nodded his head with a gloomy look.
He walked towards Li Feng's bed. He observed Li Feng's despairing eyes and the tears flowing down his face.
The pressure was like a boulder pressing against his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
This had happened all because of him.
"Li Feng, I'm sorry!"