Hearing this, Yang Xiao could no longer hold back, his voice trembling: "Big Brother Wu, I've let you down. This incident was orchestrated by the Yu Yuan Sect, and their target was me."
"Them again..." Wu Zhengwu did not blame Yang Xiao, pressing his cracked lips together. It took a long while before he responded, looking at Yang Xiao with courage in his eyes to beg: "I want... I want to make a final call to my wife. Is that possible?"
Seeing Yang Xiao's pained shake of his head, Wu Zhengwu exhaled slowly, nodding in understanding, "I get it."
"Write down what you want to say, and we'll take it back for you." Beibei passed over paper and pen, his voice hoarse—this was one of the few things they could do for them now.
