Yu Yao is quite worried now: "Tingyue, isn't he your brother? Aren't you concerned about him at all? Shouldn't you go over and take a look? At the very least, they've been trapped behind the barrier for a long time, and we haven't got any news!"
Bu Tingyue's forehead had a slight sheen of sweat: "He is indeed my brother, but don't you always call him Yuchi brother? Isn't this the time for you to step up, go over, and talk to Grand Master Yuanxuan, to see if you can rescue Yuchi brother."
Yu Yao was slightly embarrassed: "I'm scared."
Bu Tingyue: "Am I not scared too?!"
The two of them involuntarily fell silent, really feeling afraid. Yuan Xuan is completely unreadable, as cold and unchanging as an old iceberg for millennia, like licking the tongue on the iceberg and getting stuck to it—frost was even forming on the ice.
