"Yang Zhen... save me!"
A beautiful smile with a touch of melancholy bloomed on Hua Youyue's face, and two lines of clear tears fell in mid-air, dropping onto Bone Mountain and splashing into crystal droplets.
Everyone stared blankly at Hua Youyue at that moment. Her beauty made the whole heaven and earth look dull, and her endless longing made everyone feel as if their hearts had stopped beating.
Even if Hua Youyue fell back into confusion the next moment, that fleeting moment of grace was deeply imprinted in the minds of everyone present.
The aura around Yang Zhen suddenly disappeared entirely. He took a deep breath, slowly calming his emotions. Everyone looked at him in surprise.
With just one melancholy sentence from Hua Youyue, had Yang Zhen's aura truly disappeared?
Or was it that Yang Zhen had been severely injured by now and couldn't wield any more power?
