Facing that extremely familiar face and the deeply concerned gaze, Teng Xiaoyun, a middle-aged man who had experienced life and death multiple times, couldn't help but have reddened eyes at this moment. Tears were welling up in his eyes, but he immediately bit his lip and slightly raised his head, not letting the tears fall, as it would make Zuo Feng even more upset.
He tightly grasped Zuo Feng's hands, and in a hoarse voice that was almost like tearing ragged cloth, he slowly said to Zuo Feng: "Child, you shouldn't have come. Once you left, you shouldn't have returned."
Hearing Teng Xiaoyun's words, Zuo Feng also slightly tightened his grip on his mentor's hands. Although his mentor used a tone of blame, his expression, and gaze clearly showed endless joy and relief.
