Chu Yuan nodded and hesitated for a moment before saying, "
"Your Majesty, what about you?"
Huaiqing smiled bitterly.
"I don't have the slightest bit of fate energy left in my body. Da Feng is about to perish."
Da Feng's fate had already dissipated, just like the Three Kingdoms of Yan, Kang, and Jing. Without fate, they would perish and become a part of Da Feng.
Now that Da Feng's National fortune had been lost, it seemed that it would be devoured by the Super-grade sooner or later.
Thinking of this, Chu Yuanyang's heart became even heavier and more sorrowful. She didn't know where the future of Da Feng and the future of the people of Jiuzhou lay.
"We can only do our best and leave it to fate."
He didn't care about his sorrow. He bowed to huaiqing, jumped on the back of the sword, and whistled away.
..........
Leizhou.
Yang Gong's body suddenly trembled, and the clear air in his eyes became extremely dense, and slowly flowed like a river.
