"Yes, for all these years I have been regretting it. If I hadn't hesitated for that single hour back then, she would not have died. A day has twelve hours, yet in a person's life, they often have only a single thought."
The old man gave a desolate, bitter smile and asked, "Yun Que, if this confidante of yours were about to die before your eyes, and saving her required you to give up all hope of advancing to a higher realm, would you hesitate?"
The confidante the old man spoke of was obviously Mu Qingyao, standing right beside him.
Chapter 20