Ye Wuchen did not speak. He just turned his head to look at the girl behind him. The man who was just emanating murderous aura a moment ago was now filled with tenderness, his eyes radiating endless softness.
Everything was said without actually saying a word...
The elder in the gray robe suddenly understood. He was willing to become an enemy of the entire Saint Realm for a woman. Could it be that such devoted men truly existed in the world?
Perhaps even if it meant overthrowing the entire world, this man would not frown...
The expression of the elder in the gray robe darkened in an instant.
How could his granddaughter endure the fact that the man she loved had cruelly crippled her strength for another woman? The anguish she would feel when she woke up was unfathomable.
Yet the old man also understood that this young man possessed far too great a strength. If he were to fight him, at best they would both end up severely injured—a loss not worth the risk...
