Tang Moyu didn't speak, he just kept drinking.
Yun Yanfei glanced at Tang Moyu. In name, he was her husband, but in reality, it was no different from guarding a living widow. It was surprising that today this Pill Pavilion Master tried to mediate like this, though there was little hope.
Yun Yanfei knew that if Tang Moyu cared about her, why hadn't he loved her again for so many years? He had stayed in seclusion and never came out.
"Elder Tang, since we've come to this point in the conversation," Ling Tianyu looked at Tang Moyu and said, "I can now responsibly tell you, besides bringing you two here to reconcile feelings, there's another thing: to help you regain your face."
"I believe the hurdle you haven't been able to overcome is this, right?"
"Losing face completely, dignity swept away."
"I give you an opportunity."
Ling Tianyu quietly stared at Tang Moyu.
