"Princess, what's the matter?" Chen Long'ao rushed forward a step, coming to the side of the rigid Chen Sixuan, the Eastern Wood Saintess. His eyes showed an undisguised concern. To him, Chen Sixuan was more than just a princess. Chen Long'ao, unmarried his whole life, did not know how much hardship he had endured to have the cultivation he had today. He had watched Chen Sixuan grow up from childhood, looking upon her as his own daughter, the bond was undoubtedly paternal. When she went mad from cultivation in the Palace previously, she fell into a bathing pool. He was even more anxious than His Majesty the Emperor. Now, he was afraid that she would be in that state again.
Chen Sixuan did not respond to Chen Long'ao. She moved, just like that with a blank gaze, slowly walking forward step by step, the color completely drained from her face. Her radiant beauty did not falter, instead, it evoked sympathy in others.
