"A few nights ago, I saw the Eldest Young Master and Second Young Master Wu discussing something in the room. They wouldn't even let me listen. But unexpectedly, a few days later, the old master suffered an accident," Zhao De said with a face full of self-reproach.
"I was adopted by the old master since I was a child. If it hadn't been for him, I would have died long ago. But now... sigh." As Zhao De spoke, tears of self-blame fell from his eyes. "I blame myself for not realizing it in time. It was not until you, Second Young Master, cursed Wu Ke at the mourning hall that I fully understood everything."
"Alright, Zhao De, I misunderstood you before, and I apologize to you," Wu Yu said with a heavy sigh after listening, nodding slightly.
"I have served to the best of my abilities in life and will remain loyal unto death. I, Zhao De, will never betray the old master," Zhao De swore, raising his right hand.
