Wang Qingyu sighed. "It's not that he can't be saved, but the price is too great. Besides, if your Master, Daoist Que De, were still alive, I might have been able to bear the cost. But he's been gone for nearly fifty years. In fifty years, much has changed. He has most likely perished, which makes any favor he was owed meaningless.
Right now, Wanlun Ancient Land is not at peace, and I am about to face the Second Tribulation of the Nine Refining Sword Tribulation. I cannot afford to expend so much of my Void Energy to save him. So, you should go."
Hearing this, Que Xinyan's heart sank. He gritted his teeth, fell to his knees, and kowtowed. "Senior, I beg you, please save him."
But Wang Qingyu said nothing more. With a flicker of her silhouette, she was gone.
And this place, this canyon, was an immeasurable distance from Wanlun Ancient Land.
Que Xinyan stood up, his eyes filled with bitter unwillingness.
