Master Huo Yi glanced at Master Yu Sheng and did not deny his disciple's speculation; Master Ling Yi was the youngest.
"Master, isn't this too..." The prophecy, although it revealed the critical information of age, was still puzzling in many aspects, and for this prophecy, so many young mages from Qiandao Temple would have to be sacrificed.
Master Yu Sheng strongly disapproved of his master's approach, even feeling an impulse to argue with him. Those young mages were the future hope of Qiandao Temple.
"Yu Sheng, I have also been struggling for a long time. Otherwise, this matter wouldn't have been delayed for so long. As the day approaches, and what should be fulfilled has already been fulfilled, I had no other choice…" In the candlelight, Master Huo Yi's exceptionally beautiful features looked even more exquisitely perfect than usual, his delicate skin finer than a woman's, his slightly furrowed brow as if bearing all the sorrows of the world, invoking pity.
