Faced with everyone's distrustful gazes, Black Envoy felt terrible. "If you don't believe me, ask the Young Lord! He interacts with me the most. I have never actively harmed anyone. If I have any fault, it's that I refused to lift a finger to save those spiritual cultivators!"
At this, Black Envoy muttered quietly, "The Young Lord actually wanted to save those spiritual cultivators and almost got crippled for it. It was only because I begged for mercy that he didn't lose his life at the hands of the Palace Master!"
Black Envoy had always felt that Di Siyu was a lot like him, having no backing or support behind him, which made him pay a little more attention to him—that kind of inexplicable feeling of wanting to be his backing.
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