The candle flame flickered, followed by a cold air rushing through the quiet room, causing the candle to waver and almost extinguish.
"Ashui, did you, did you look closely?" Xu Zishuai's face turned crimson, hands flailing, circling the room before grabbing Liang Qu's forearm, his voice trembling, "I mean, is it not just that there's no problem with the realm and it won't fall, but can continue to cultivate in the future?"
"Hmm?" Liang Qu frowned.
Just about to celebrate, Yang Dongxiong, Lu Gang, and Xu Zishuai held their breath.
"Ashui, don't tell me, is there a problem? Can it be solved?" Xu Zishuai was anxious.
