No one paid attention to the messages filled with words in midair.
Everyone looked at the transparent painting above Han Muye's jade slip.
The courtyard was deep and the trees were verdant.
There was a feeling of ink dripping on the painting. It was a little vast and illusory.
Beside it, there were a few small words.
'Although scattered stars are good, it's not Gu Mansion.'
Gu Yuening's gaze fell on those words and she whispered, "Although scattered stars are good, it's not Gu Mansion…
"Gu Mansion…"
His eyes widened as he turned to stare at Han Muye in front of him. "Mr. Han, this, this—"
Han Muye nodded and said calmly, "Master Qianshan is at a critical moment in his cultivation. This jade slip might be helpful to him."
If Gu Qianshan did not break through, his lifespan would end.
