Chu Mo, at this moment, no longer paid any attention to the Giant Spirit Emperor. He turned his gaze towards Yiyi in the void, where in those pure eyes, a faint concern could be seen. His heart belonged elsewhere, but it wasn't made of stone. He definitely felt Yiyi's deep affection for him.
He couldn't promise Yiyi anything, nor did he wish to be like other cultivators who had numerous Dao companions. His heart was not small, yet it only had room for one silhouette; his eyes could envision the entire world, but paradoxically, only one person caught his eye.
That one silhouette, that one person, was his entire world.
His everything!
Yet, he still hoped that Yiyi could live well and happily in this world.
He knew that the Emperor Tribulation wasn't a matter of life and death for a cultivator with Yiyi's foundation, yet he couldn't help but feel worried.
In the void, that apparition was condensing very slowly, appearing to be a silhouette, but it was indistinct and blurry.
