Yu Su could not figure it out, so she asked, "Then how old is my Martial Uncle?"
Wen Chuan's expression froze and he sighed.
He shook his head and said nothing.
Yu Su asked again, "Was Yu Miao sent by him?"
Wen Chuan shook his head again. "I can't answer these questions. He and I are from the same sect."
He was really powerless.
Yu Su's heart sank and her expression turned solemn.
She was going to be prepared for the worst.
Otherwise, it would be very difficult to compete with the person behind Yu Miao.
Wen Chuan continued, "If you want to survive this calamity, you have to rely on your own strength. I can't help you with this matter. If I say it, not only will I suffer a backlash, but it will also affect the normal order of the world."
As a metaphysical master, Yu Su naturally understood his difficulties.
