Upon hearing this, Huan Jingyuan lowered his head and fell silent for a while before saying, "Don't worry. With one year left, I'll think of every possible way to persuade her."
"Stop dreaming!" Huang Yuan suddenly barked.
He was clearly growing agitated, fury rising within him as he gritted his teeth. "I may not understand Weisheng Moran as well as you do, but she is absolutely not the kind of person who would abandon the Divine Tomb Seat for herself. She already knows the secret of the reconstruction barrier. You simply cannot persuade her to let that reconstruction barrier destroy her homeland and her people! Not just her—most people wouldn't! So you are doomed to fail. It is simply impossible."
Huan Jingyuan's expression turned even more pained when he heard this. In truth, he could understand all these problems himself; he simply found them hard to accept in his heart.
He was now caught between a rock and a hard place.
On one side were Weisheng Moran and the Divine Tomb Seat; on the other were his own fate and the fates of his fellow cultivators of the World God Tower.
If he had to give up one of the two, how was he supposed to choose?
"Stop being foolish. From beginning to end, she has never shown even the slightest interest in you. This is nothing but your own one-sided wishful thinking. For that wishful thinking, for a Divine Tomb Seat that has nothing to do with you, do you want to destroy your own future?"
Huang Yuan gripped his arm and said solemnly, "Xiao Yuan, tell me—did Lord Shaoqing give you an ultimatum? If you fail to complete the task, will he strip you of your position?"
"Strip me of my position..."
Huan Jingyuan realized that neither he