It was just a smile, how could it have made him look so lovestruck and only to be scorned by this infuriating Shang Qinghua?
Above the altar in front of him, a line of golden text suddenly appeared, though he hadn't noticed when it emerged.
"Hidden within the yellow lies jade; those with fate shall obtain it. Yin and Yang extremes, each take one."
"This is the way to break the trap," Shang Qinghua stepped forward and standing shoulder to shoulder with Yue Mingxuan.
"So… you mean we won't die?" Yue Mingxuan asked cautiously while stealing a quick glance at the room filled with gold.
Shang Qinghua didn't speak.
He simply looked at Yue Mingxuan and then he took her hand in his and moved forward.
His hand was slightly cold and dry from the recent withdrawal of the cold poison.
It was the first time Yue Mingxuan had been led this way by a man and she felt his face flushing from the contact.
The two of them quickly reached the altar.
