C292 Chapter292

What constitutes a wrong path?

It's a question that everyone should ponder, one that has never ceased to be relevant.

Xinghui's grip on Ruling's sleeve was gentle, almost imperceptible.

Yet, Ruling was held fast, his entire being anchored in place not by force, but simply because his sleeve was caught.

In the next instant, the hand holding Ruling's sleeve began to darken ominously