C945 Close Call

Shen Wuyou looked at Shen Wushang, whose face was covered in tears, and used his hand to block the longsword in his hand. Then, he walked out without saying a word.

In the hall, Shen Wushang's entire body trembled. The longsword in his hand fell to the ground, and his tears flowed out.

Sigh! Shen Wuyou sighed and leaned against the wall outside the hall. Chiying was standing beside him