C67 It Is Hard to Get Rid of One's Hatred

"That guy said we can't get out of this mountain? "What do you mean?" Old Luo was sitting by the brazier in the middle of the hall with his arms around his knees.

In my hand was a bottle of ashy white ashes. I stood there stupefied, not hearing his question at all.

Mou Zongyu lightly patted on my back and whispered, "Don't be sad, we can't avenge this injustice