"Xiu?"
Feng Bei noticed something was wrong with Zheng Xiu's expression and started to call out a warning. Without turning his head, Zheng Xiu replied in a voice like he was sleepwalking, "It's my dad! It's my dad! This is impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"
Though his lips said it was impossible, Zheng Xiu's steps only quickened as he walked toward the General.
Feng Bei and the Monk exchanged a glance. The panic in the Monk's eyes had vanished, replaced by a calm and composure Feng Bei had never seen before.
"There is true feeling in the world of men."
The corner of the Monk's mouth tilted up in a faint, elegant smile. He looked at Feng Bei. "With his personality, he'll have to find out the truth for himself, no matter what."
"You are...?"
Feng Bei's pupils contracted. The Monk simply raised a single index finger to his lips, a mysterious, unfathomable smile on his face.
"Shhh..."
「The next second.」
