Inside the cave, the old man's clouded gaze seemed to pierce straight through Lu Chen, seeing through every shred of internal struggle and agony he harbored. After a long moment, the old man spoke slowly, his voice deep and raspy, as if echoing from the dawn of time. "Child, your heart is in turmoil."
Lu Chen jerked his head up, tears blurring his vision, yet unable to conceal the despair and the faint spark of hope in his eyes. "Please, save her! As long as you can save her, I'll do anything!"
Instead of answering directly, the old man reached out a skeletal finger and gently pressed it against Huo Yao's glabella. A faint flash of light passed, and Huo Yao's pale complexion seemed to regain a trace of color. At this sight, hope rekindled in Lu Chen's heart, and he clutched the old man's sleeve tightly, as if grasping a last straw.
Chapter 292