"There's hope once we reach Green Cloud Mountain?"
Su Yao smiled bitterly. "What's on Green Cloud Mountain that can save me? That place isn't a land of peril, nor is there any hidden expert there. How can it save me?"
"I don't know how, but my intuition has never been wrong."
Lu Wuchang growled in a low voice, "Besides, I've cultivated a heavenly secret art that has turned my hair white. The result of my divination is Green Cloud Mountain! I believe that we will be saved once we go there!"
At the mention of hair, Su Yao fell silent. Regret, sorrow, and helplessness flashed across her eyes, followed by happiness, joy, and love.
Lu Wuchang did not see these complicated expressions. Su Yao took a deep breath and no longer doubted him.
Everyone who knew Lu Wuchang was envious of his talent. Ever since he was young, he had never made a mistake.
Since Lu Wuchang was so sure, it meant that Green Cloud Mountain could really save her.