After the banquet to wash away the dust of travel at Golden Jade Hall, Black Peter dragged a whole bunch of people to Enchanting for some high-energy singing.
In the dimly lit room, nearly every man had a woman snuggled up beside him, except for Yigol Foster, who was entirely alone. Everyone was used to it, used to the fact that Yigol Foster hadn't had a woman by his side for years, so they conscientiously did not arrange one for him.
Yigol Foster slowly sipped the red wine in his glass, listening to Black Peter loudly sing along to upbeat songs, watching his brothers reveling in their happiness, but all he could think about was what had happened in that stone chamber that night.
The more he thought, the more restless his body became.
When Black Peter finished his song, he sat down next to Yigol Foster and, seeing his brother's distant gaze, cautiously asked, "Third bro, are you troubled?"
"Go..." Leaning close to Black Peter's ear, Yigol Foster whispered a sentence.
