C235 Coldness

The palm print on Xiaohei's face was still visible, swollen to nearly twice its size. He trudged into the woodshed, head bowed, and took a seat beside the pile of firewood. In a hushed tone, he said, "They're gone. You should hurry up and leave too."

"Why are you helping me?" Bai Yeh inquired.

"My parents betrayed World Peak and were put to death by the sect. Because of what they did