After Feng Ling finished talking… or at least, sharing a portion of the truth… the mood turned slightly gloomy inside the room.
All three had different thoughts about such a depressing past… and yet, they shared a single thought: Wei-Lan deserved to be buried alive a hundred meters underground.
Unfortunately, it was easier to imagine it than dare attempt it. Wei-Lan possessed an immunity bestowed upon him by his Region's Saviors… he could get out of almost any sort of trouble as long as it wasn't linked to cahooting with the Duskbound Order.
It was the only unredeemable scenario.
"What do you have planned after this?" Levi asked while facing Feng Ling, changing the subject.
"I will take Yanhuan somewhere far away to cleanse his mind and heart from that man's brainwashing… He can't remain on Earth or join the Faction Wars," Feng Ling shared calmly. "If he still wants to lead his team in the Great Campaign's final tournament held fourteen months from now."
