"Are you sure?" Hearing Zirong's words, a slight relief washed over Jiang Yuzhe.
"I'm sure," Zirong replied.
"You're not just trying to comfort me, are you?" Jiang Yuzhe asked.
"No," Zirong said with firm assurance.
"That's good, that's good. I think the young master will surely turn misfortune into fortune and escape this calamity," Jiang Yuzhe said, as if in prayer.
He had no idea that things were far from as hopeful as Zirong described, and his prayers had no effect at all.
At this moment, Mu Hanyan's entire divine sense had shattered into pieces, her mind was blank, as if her whole being, her entire soul, had fallen into a bottomless abyss, preserving only a last trace of Spirit Platform Clarity deep within her heart.
Fortunately, the Ancient Divine Sword was guarding her Divine Sea, protecting that last trace of Spirit Platform Clarity. Otherwise, she would have long lost consciousness, becoming a walking corpse.
