Such a good brother, in his youth, gone just like that, not even having had a chance to have a girlfriend, still unaware of how beautiful this world is, just left like that. Luo Zheng couldn't bear to look any longer, but forced himself to keep watching, engraving this brother in his heart, with trembling hands carefully arranging his clothes, as silent tears rolled down, hatred brewed deep inside.
"Ah—" Luo Zheng roared, like a wounded lion, his voice mournful, heavy, filled with endless rage and sorrow, echoing far out.
"Avenge—" The surrounding brothers roared angrily, murderous intent continued to rise, merging together, like a sharp sword piercing the sky, as if trying to pierce this unfair heaven.
