"What does that mean?"
Ye Xuan saw Zhu Liang hesitate to speak, showing a look of confusion, and questioned.
"Pft!"
Zhu Liang didn't answer Ye Xuan's question at all, he spat out blood, his face turning utterly pale.
Ye Tianlong, who had been guarding outside the secret room, heard the sound of Zhu Liang coughing blood and quickly rushed in to help steady Zhu Liang's mind.
"Mr. Zhuge, you... shouldn't probe the secrets of the heavens again."
Ye Tianlong shook his head helplessly, supporting Zhu Liang to a chair, and advised.
"Hehe."
Zhu Liang gave Ye Xuan a meaningful look, then shook his head and said, "Young friend Ye Xuan, I've told you all I can. But as you've seen, I can't say more. Otherwise, I won't live to see tomorrow's sun."
"..."
Ye Xuan showed a face of helplessness.
