"Stop struggling, Master has long been dead, that was just Master's Soul Breath!"
Yang Tian said.
He wanted to help Wu Zetian up, but Wu Zetian slapped his hand away firmly: "Your Master is not dead, he's not far away, I just need to summon him back again!"
Saying that, Wu Zetian began to operate her Spiritual Breath again, trying to condense the Soul-Calling Banner.
But no matter how she tried, she couldn't condense the Soul-Calling Banner.
"Mistress, give up!"
Yang Tian said earnestly.
Then, he helped Wu Zetian up, and seeing her struggling continuously, Yang Tian simply embraced her.
A maiden's fragrance emanated from Wu Zetian.
It was intoxicating.
For some reason, in that moment, Yang Tian fell in love with Wu Zetian's fragrance.
He held Wu Zetian, his head gently resting on her jade-like shoulder, and softly said, "Mistress, don't worry, I'll take good care of you in the future."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't need your care!"
But Wu Zetian shouted.
