After hearing the words of Sage sunlight, Sage yueshu was stunned for a moment. His face showed an intense struggle and hesitation. In the end, he seemed to have accepted his fate and lowered his head again, no longer resisting as fiercely as before.
The black vines quietly wrapped around his arm, which he had struggled to free with great difficulty, and tightly bound him.
He seemed to have noticed something. His fingertips moved, but for some reason, he did not resist as fiercely as before, as if he had fallen into his own hesitation.
"Don't listen to him!"
When song qingxiao's words entered his ears, it seemed like she was talking to the Saints of the light faction. However, in Sage Yue Tan's heart, she felt like she was talking to herself.
He trembled as he raised his head. His eyes were filled with black fog again. He stared at song Qing and looked down on her, as if he was waiting for her to give him a satisfactory answer.
"Why not?"
