Clearly, if Zhan Rourou wished to safely give birth to these twin divine daughters who possessed both light and darkness, she was still missing a crucial opportunity.
And Yang Jian's maxim, "The one who tied the knot must be the one to untie it," weighed on everyone's hearts like a massive boulder—it seemed to point to the possibility that only when Xu Kun truly returned would everything be resolved.
This deduction once again cast an inescapable shadow over the atmosphere in the hall, which had only just begun to brighten due to the good news from the Huang Race.
Yang Yao and the other sisters felt heartache for the hardship and suffering Zhan Rourou had endured throughout her eighteen-year pregnancy.
Meanwhile, brothers like Hao Jian and Sikong Ting felt an even greater sense of responsibility and knew they had to remain fully alert.
They were not afraid of being injured or facing danger themselves, but if anything happened to Zhan Rourou because of this, or if the unborn children in her womb were harmed, they would never be able to atone for it, even with ten thousand deaths!
"Alas, the birth of divine daughters is a matter of great importance. There is a predetermined fate at work in the unseen, so we cannot rush it." Yang Yao pushed down her tangled thoughts and emphasized again, "The only thing we can do now, and must do well, is protect Rou Rou with everything we have!"
Everyone nodded silently. It was a responsibility they could not shirk, as well as their unspoken promise to Xu Kun.
If they could not even handle such a small matter, they would truly be unworthy of Xu Kun!
It was not suitable to dwell on such a sorrowful subject for too long. Yang Yao deftly changed