บท 575: Yu Zhenghai’s Lifespan Limit

Si Wuya frowned; he had expected as much. He sat, motionless, on the chair as he stroked the patterns on the Peacock Plume, which he held in his left hand, with his thumb.

Yu Zhenghai glanced at Si Wuya and said, "You've already guessed it?"

"Yes." Si Wuya's reply was curt. He knew that this day would come from the day he began to keep the diary. This was why he had kept it hidden. He did not know if the others had managed to guess it, but there was no denying it was the truth.