Suddenly, a faint white light struck, and his muddled mind responded half a beat too slow. Unable to dodge in time, he was hit.
His body fell, and Mo Chen had already lost consciousness.
Yue Hu, dressed in a white robe, walked in and stood at the doorway, her eyes flickering lightly as she looked at Mo Chen lying on the bed.
She had eavesdropped from outside for a long time and knew the whole process.
She also knew that her master's recent action was to destroy his own physical body.
How could she agree to let him destroy his own body...
Had more than a thousand years of cultivation been in vain? Was destruction really necessary?
She would never allow him to do so. If someone had to be destroyed, let it be her.
After all, her entire cultivation was for him...
Now, for him, she was willing to destroy herself...
"Yue Hu..." Seeing the white light emanating from the palace, Yue Ling also rushed over with Bai Xuan.
