"Father, the Shura Temple has no way out anymore. If we are wrong, it will mean our destruction." Yan Ruyue looked anxiously at her father, whose face was stained with a dark, sickly pallor.
Yan Lang.
In truth, Yan Lang was not particularly old—a mere five hundred years of age. Yet now his hair was stark white, his features haggard, and dark shadows clung beneath his eyes like a man on the brink of death.
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