"Zhou Bai, what do you think of Ming Yue?"
On the mountaintop, when Zhou Bai heard this question from the Supreme Heavenly Venerate, he felt his palm tighten slightly, and Ming Yue beside him had already gripped his hand tightly.
Instantly, Zhou Bai's mind was whirling with countless thoughts flooding in.
Usually nimble and quick to react, his brain now felt at a loss, not knowing how to respond, as if it lagged.
'If I say Ming Yue is not that great now...'
A vision seemed to flash through Zhou Bai's mind of himself being thrown off the mountain.
He swallowed and said, "Ming Yue is great."
The voice of the Supreme Heavenly Venerate came again with a smile, "Since you also like Ming Yue, that makes things easier..."
Zhou Bai was taken aback and thought to himself: 'Wait... When did I say I liked Ming Yue...'
