Ai Hui walked out of his master's residence.
Walking on the pitch-black street, the Nangua street lights on Songjian City had been almost completely destroyed, at night there was no light nor moonlight, occasionally a Yuan Tu patrolling passed overhead, some lights flashed and disappeared. The street under his feet was uneven and bumpy, stepping on rubble and topsoil, everywhere were scenes of collapsed walls and houses, only the sound of his own footsteps echoed. His
master's haggard face occasionally appeared before his eyes, as soon as he saw Ai Hui he couldn't believe it and was angry. But when he knew the truth of the story, all the anger disappeared. His master became a bit long-winded, telling him a lot, giving him many instructions. He could feel his master's shame, his master felt that he couldn't teach Ai Hui anything, he said he wasn't suitable to be a teacher.
Ai Hui listened seriously, smiling.
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