“There’s no way that brat even remembers Teacher,” Chen Feiyuan said. “I refuse to believe it.”

Tingyu stopped in front of Grandmaster Bai’s grave. No one was there.

“Told you,” Chen Feiyuan said. “He couldn’t possibly be here.” Despite his words, Chen Feiyuan’s eyes darted left and right as he scanned the area.

“He’s here,” Tingyu said softly, looking at the gravestone.

Surprised, Chen Feiyuan looked at the gravestone and noted the fragrance of alcohol. He suddenly looked thoughtful. Obviously, someone had come to visit the grave once they were gone. After some thought, he sighed. “We don’t know for certain it was him. It could have been anyone. And even if it was him, what does it matter…?”

Tingyu bit her lip, as if she wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words.

“He’s in Seven Blood Eyes now,” Chen Feiyuan continued, “a glorious member of their echelon. But if he doesn’t show complete and utter loyalty to his Master Seventh, then he’ll be nothing.... There’s not much he could do about Teacher’s death, so there’s no point in deluding ourselves. Besides, maybe you were wrong, and it wasn’t him. Maybe that thankless wretch didn’t come here at all. If we want to get revenge for Teacher’s death, we’ll have to do it ourselves!”

With that, Chen Feiyuan led the crestfallen Tingyu out of the graveyard and back to her residence. After seeing her inside,...