Nuannuan looked at Yang Fei, her eyes filled with confusion, shock, and deep fear.
Yang Fei gazed deeply into Nuannuan's eyes, shook his head at her, and then let go of his hand.
Not far away, Houtu was curled up on the ground, helplessly covering her face with Yang Fei's coat.
From her throat came a whimper like a wounded beast.
In fact, everyone could roughly see the aged appearance of Houtu.
Zhu Rong sighed and strode over, his eyes flashing with immense sympathy.
He took off his cloak and covered Houtu with it, wrapping her tightly, his voice deep and gentle.
"Houtu, let's go, let's go home."
In his embrace, Houtu trembled violently, but tears flowed down like a stream.
Before long, the aged yet resolute voice of Houtu emerged from behind the cloak.
"Zhu Rong, let me go. Though the Divine Punishment has descended, I have no regrets."
Little by little, she took off the cloak, revealing her aged face.
