As the master and disciple entered a subtle eye lock.
The scene froze again.
"Ah, my Yuerong, stop crying."
Xiao Qingmiao looked at her beloved disciple, who was lying in her arms, sobbing uncontrollably, and quickly comforted her: "Isn't this all in the past now? Besides..."
"You also saw it. In this memory, Mu Xinyin has reached a dead end. If she can't resolve the Gu Poison and restore her full strength, it's only a matter of time before she and Bail Qingling are besieged by the Demon Emperor."
"So... well, if such a thing really happens next, it is somewhat understandable, don't you think?"
"No, it absolutely won't!"
Hua Yuerong suddenly straightened up from her master's arms: "Brother Qingling is not that kind of person! Regardless of whether his feelings for me are still the same as when we first met, we must know that the other person is his master, to whom he owes a debt of gratitude for rebirth!"
