"Perhaps?" Wanqi Jue looked at Zhu Yuan as whatever hope he had drained out of his face in an instant. If even Divine Doctor Rong was unable to come up with a viable plan to tackle this problem, death must be the only conclusion. He sighed. "I thought that he'd be able to save me. I didn't expect to hear such news."
The bitter feeling of regret swelled up from the bottom of his heart. His family had been facing constant ostracization by the current British leader.
If they chose not to participate in this upcoming competition and subsequently fail to obtain precious resources, he could imagine just how difficult things would be for his family in the future.
Zhu Yuan was also unsure about this situation. There was no guarantee that Gu Xiqiao would be able to get Wanqi Jue back into practicing ancient martial arts within a span of two months. Still, that did not stop him from trying to do so.
He walked out the door and gave Gu Xiqiao a phone call.