Di Fuyi could not help but think that this must be the biggest amount of lost lives that Gu Xijiu had witnessed in recent months. She must be having a difficult time right now; the pain in her heart must be unbearable.
He wanted to hold her hand, but she flicked his hand away as soon as he approached her. Shocked, he looked at her, but she did not look back. Instead, she kept a distance from him.
Di Fuyi did not know what to say. He pinched his mouth into a tight line in bewilderment. Did she think that the elders' death had anything to do with his previous suggestion? Did they choose to sacrifice their lives because they had heard what he told her?
He did not use directed audio when they had the conversation because he wanted to reserve his energy for better purposes. He already tried to lower his voice as much as he could, however. Did the eight elders still hear him? Was that the reason?