Chu Ruolin no longer trusts Chu Yi.
"How much longer? Is it one year, two years, or three years, four years?"
"How could it be so short? Didn't we just say it's much longer?"
Chu Yi dared not give an exact number anymore. If his master heard that his life would not be long, she would surely be more upset than he was.
But Chu Ruolin was not willing to give up.
"Is it one year and three months? You know exactly, but you're afraid I'll worry, so you lied again."
Chu Yi saw that he couldn't hide it anymore, so he simply nodded lightly. "That number is the lower limit; it could possibly be two to three years. It's just that... during these years, you can't do..."
Ruolin wasn't interested in listening further.
Her eyebrows furrowed together.
"Such a domineering Forbidden Technique, I really shouldn't have..."
"Master, what are you talking about? At that time, even if I really died in one or two years, I was quite happy thinking so many people could survive."
