"How could this happen..."
The quietly listening Yu Ruoxin felt suffocated upon hearing this.
So-called allies, it turned out, were also in jeopardy themselves.
Since dividing their territories, the Ye Clan still nominally dominated the Ghost Lamp Abyss, known as half the Lord of the Abyss—was this the reason behind it?
"Girl, don't be afraid."
The mini golden tortoise exhaled a gentle breeze, brushing across Yu Ruoxin's cheeks:
"Fate has many paths, and since you have enjoyed the splendor of prosperity, naturally, the bitterness of desolation is also reasonable."
"You are still young, with a wonderful future ahead. We, the old predecessors carrying the mission of our clans, will surely hold up the city's protective river for you and buy you more time."
"Predecessor..."
Yu Ruoxin's eyes gradually cleared from a daze. First, she showed admiration and then took the initiative to say:
"Let's continue digging the grave."
"We must let the departed souls rest."
"Alright."
