Yang Fei chuckled dryly and shrugged, making a helpless gesture to Xue Mingtai.
Xue Mingtai smiled slightly and sighed softly.
"Brother Fei, you should understand Zi Chen's feelings for you. When it comes to matters of the heart, manage them carefully."
"No matter what, Zi Chen grew up with us. You must not break her heart."
After speaking, Xue Mingtai turned and walked towards Helen Palace, ignoring Yang Fei's explanations.
This was Young Master Ming Tai's way—always understanding, never making anyone feel awkward.
Standing behind Xue Mingtai, Yang Fei opened his mouth several times, but found every explanation to be feeble, and sighed deeply.
After the war, Central Square was flowing with blood, and countless Demon Soldiers lay lifeless, creating a desolate scene.
But for the smart and capable Xue Mingtai, this was no trouble at all.
Under Xue Mingtai's command, the remaining Imperial Guard and cultivators quickly formed rescue units,
