Locking eyes with Feng Shan, Wu Ge's heart skipped a beat.
Suddenly, he found himself not wanting to listen any further.
But Feng Shan forcibly turned his face, insisting he continue to listen.
"Your fiancée was Princess Cai Jia of the Torda tribe. But just two days before you were to be married, Torda was destroyed, their leader and Princess Cai Jia's heads hung from trees. Do you still remember this?"
Feng Shan spoke somberly, his eyes emitting a strange glow.
"This, this all happened years ago, why bring this up suddenly?"
Wu Ge spoke unnaturally.
"No, though it was years ago, those images are still vivid in my mind. Father had never truly intended to form an alliance with Torda. It was simply that the people of the Torda tribe were brave and skilled in battle, and their weapons were of fine quality. Father had always been plotting how to devour this tough nut."
