Could Yun Shangyuan really not awaken?
Then what was the meaning of all their efforts?
What hope did she have to keep on living!
"No!" Feng Yueya shook her head firmly.
"I refuse to believe this is 'fate'! I will find another way to save you! I will not let you disappear, never will..."
"Yue Yaya..." Yun Shangyuan tried to say something else, but a voice interrupted him.
"I am Hua Yue Wushang. Excuse me, miss, but how should I address you?" Hua Yue Wushang approached from behind and asked.
Feng Yueya turned around, sized him up for a moment, but did not answer his question. "Do you need something?"
Hua Yue Wushang's brows lifted slightly, and his gaze fell on the Black Iron Sword in Feng Yueya's hands.
Feng Yueya thought he wanted to ask for the sword back.
She held the sword tighter and said firmly, "You said that whoever pulls out the sword gets to keep it."
