"Stop blaming yourself! The priority is to save our people!"
Sun Fengxuan placed a firm hand on Sun Congyun's shoulder, his voice tinged with grief yet resolute.
Without waiting for a response, he darted forward, stopping in front of a mutilated middle-aged man floating in a vat of wine. His voice cracked with emotion as he called out, "Seventh Uncle!"
"Is… is that Fenglin? Or… Fengxuan?"
The man, blind and dismembered, struggled to discern who stood before him. His once sharp senses dulled by the torment he'd endured.
"It's me, Fengxuan!"
Looking at his uncle's pitiful state, Sun Fengxuan felt a knot tighten in his throat. Memories of the past flooded his mind—his seventh uncle standing against his father during the family strife. Yet now, faced with the horrors inflicted on their kin, all grievances faded into insignificance.
"And your brother?"
"He's outside, keeping an eye on the Su family scum!"
"Ha… good! Excellent!"
