"Lord Mu, he..." Yan Qingshan lowered his head with a sorrowful expression.
Mu Han Yan felt a thud in her heart, a foreboding sense of doom rising within her.
"Quick, help me over there." Mu Hanyan, knowing her current state, didn't pretend to be strong and spoke to Shen Yuhe.
Soon, the group helped Mu Hanyan to the top of the temple.
"Han Yan, you've done very well, very well." Ye Yi'an said with a comforting smile, but his face had already turned ashen, and his breathing was weak.
The breath of life was quickly leaving his body, so faint that even Mu Hanyan could barely sense it.
His gaze gradually became clouded, looking distantly into the horizon, carrying a faint longing and reluctance.
Mu Hanyan knew that his life had reached its final moments, only holding on due to his longing for the Holy Court Continent.
"My lord, say no more." Mu Hanyan said chokingly, lifting Ye Yi'an and feeding him a Phoenix Nirvana Pill.
