Since she liked him, she had to accept him and allow him to have his secrets. Ning Xiaoxian often reminded herself of this.
She couldn't help but look at Changtian. The man stood before the Black Stone Pillar with a stern face as if he were a statue, yet he apparently acquiesced to White Tiger exposing his past; otherwise, the old tiger wouldn't be able to utter a word in the God Demon Prison.
"Why?" She heard her own voice, a bit hoarse, and couldn't help but laugh bitterly. Was it because she was too exhilarated by touching upon the ancient secrets?
