"Where's the other person? Where is he?"
The drunkard seemed not to hear Jun Moyan's question, gripping the sides of his clothes with both hands, his tearful eyes fixated on him, clearly no longer sane.
He?
That Demon Clan member with the mask?
"Why are you looking for him?"
The drunkard's sudden appearance, sudden breakdown, and his insistence on finding that person regarding the tattoo were all too much for Jun Moyan to digest.
He knew the drunkard longer than he knew Qing Yi and Bai Yi.
He always thought the drunkard was a wanderer, without a background, without a past.
For nearly nine years, this seemed to be true.
He speculated that the drunkard might have a past but simply refused to discuss it, so he never overthought it or tried to uncover anyone's wounds.
This man before him is the one who saved his life, the one he should distrust the least.
But now, he realized this seemingly simple man was the person he knew the least about.
