"My… my master…"
The moment Ming Youjun heard Feng Xia's question, a look of struggle appeared on his face.
His sense of logic was telling him that he absolutely could not answer this question.
Otherwise, the person backing him would definitely be furious and that would lead to a fatal disaster!
But—
"I…"
"Why can't I—"
"Help it…"
In all directions, the world seemed to have lost its color. There were only the cold lotus petals which cut across the sky, leaving only a small gap that could be seen but not reached.
His magical power that was surging like the sea fell into silence. His body seemed to have lost all its essence and he became a mortal who had never cultivated. He no longer had the will that was as firm as a rock, nor did he have the power to overturn mountains and seas.
Dead silence and despair kept spreading out in his chest.
"I…"