Donghuang Taiyi gave a bitter smile. "Xixi, is there really no future for us?"
Kaluo squeezed her eyes shut, a tear of blood trickling down her cheek. "Go!"
Mu Yan turned around, his voice choked with emotion. "I understand!"
Yu Wanqing took a step back, swaying as if she might fall. "Get out!"
One by one, they offer up their burning, heartfelt sincerity. My goddess, can it move your cold and unyielding heart?
