Shen Zhou's expression was heavy as he barely nodded and gently laid Xue Lixue down.
He walked over to Sun Xiaosheng and patted him on the shoulder.
Sun Xiaosheng lifted his face, took a deep breath, let out a bitter laugh, and appeared utterly powerless.
"Mr. Shen, I'm so sorry to have been a burden on you, and it's terrible that your wife and you had to go through a life and death struggle. It wasn't easy to accompany me here, but these Fire Tree Silver Flowers… they've all withered."
"Looking at them, they've been withered for hundreds of years, completely… without any life force left. The energy of this ancient painting is also about to vanish completely. Once it's gone, even the painting will be lost, not to mention the Fire Tree Silver Flowers hidden within."
Shen Zhou looked around but didn't respond to Sun Xiaosheng's words.
After mulling it over for a while, he finally made up his mind and sat down cross-legged.
