Julius Reed could see that the emotions displayed by the man before him weren't feigned.
They were genuinely heartfelt.
"Is he... doing alright?" Deep Cold looked up, his eyes slightly moist.
"Dead." Julius Reed said indifferently, "He was captured by Deep Cold and suffered inhuman tortures over the years. His death was a release."
"Deep Cold..." Clenching his fists tightly, Deep Cold couldn't help but shudder.
"Sigh."
He sighed, stood up alone, and walked to the window.
"Deep Cold has been annihilated, I'm unable to seek revenge for you." Deep Cold's gaze drifted towards the distant forest, his hands resting on the windowsill.
His figure was unbearably desolate.
"Why... did you encounter him?" After a while, Deep Cold turned around, his expression much calmer.
His voice carried a hint of hostility.
