A key doesn't just open one lock, perhaps it can open many locks. But the key that unlocks the seal of time and space in the late Han is only one...
That is Ye Fusheng!
When Shen Yue stated this conclusion, Shui Qingmeng suddenly realized. It's not that she was more confused than Shen Yue; it's just that she hasn't experienced much of the world's cunning and intricate thoughts.
Before Chuigong Hall, the evening wind was cold, blowing on everyone, carrying a sense of desolation and chill.
But what made them even colder was Cui Nu'er's killing intent.
No one ever imagined that a woman could have such intense murderous intent.
Ye Fusheng was still gazing at Cui Nu'er.
The brief encounter eight hundred years ago, was just to exchange for a moment of gaze in this life. How could Ye Fusheng not cherish it?
"I'm sorry."
Ye Fusheng murmured; his words truly broke hearts, "I remembered you too late and never managed to protect you!"
