The Ancient Evil Spirit could guess that Qian Xi, who didn't speak, was saddened and felt pity because she saw Zhou Yan was about to perish. Therefore, it just sighed without saying much.
At this moment, Zhou Yuntian, Zhou Taiting, and others were just watching the scene with indifferent expressions, and no one explained anything.
Zhou Gucheng's gaze remained calm and steady, his expression colder, and no one knew what he was thinking at that moment.
This unknowing was genuine, for even Zhou Gucheng himself did not know what he was thinking.
He forgot himself, his emotions, and everything around him.
Seeing Zhou Yan in such a state, he seemed to further solidify a certain belief, his attitude chillingly cold.
Next to Zhou Gucheng, Zhou Ying's eyes were bloodshot, her pain vivid and undeniable yet so pale and powerless.
Beside her, Zhou Han tightly supported her, as if worried she might impulsively disrupt things.
