He gently shook his head towards her, not saying anything, just a light smile.
Yue Zheng paused, swallowing back her words.
Although it was no longer three hundred years ago, there were no Six Great Sects nor a Supreme Martial Arts Master.
But the leaders of the Six Great Sects all honored the Master of Highest Heaven Tower.
How could she not heed Yan Tingfeng's orders?
The heavenly mechanisms are unpredictable, and people's hearts even more so.
Yet she could easily understand what Yan Tingfeng was thinking—
He didn't want Ye Wanlan to know that he was the Master of Highest Heaven Tower, sacrificing himself to protect Shenzhou, his black hair turned white. In his final moments, he just wanted to be by her side as the ordinary Yan Tingfeng.
"What do you mean actually?" Ye Wanlan's brows furrowed, a sense of foreboding in her heart, "Tell me."
Yue Zheng was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "His body can't hold on for three months."
