Ji Feixue's feet swept across the snow, creating a comfortable ice and snow chair. Sitting on the chair and swinging her feet leisurely, she said, "I can tell you, and you can listen, but if you speak out loud, you and he won't be able to bear it. The heaven and earth will suppress you, and you will die."
She chuckled and laughed, but her eyes were incredibly serious.
"Then don't tell me," Su Huanian said.
Not everything can be spoken. The matters of the Evil-suppressing Taoist Palace can't be spoken, the Scriptures that Su He recites can't be spoken.
Even she herself had things she couldn't speak of. But while he and Su He couldn't speak of certain topics, the things that Ji Feixue knew simply couldn't be spoken.
Su Huanian only knew of one situation like this.
A Heavenly Earth Perspective! When praying to the heavens and earth, some could borrow the perspective of the heavens and earth to glimpse secrets hidden from common folks.
