Upon hearing Yi Feng's anxious question, Miss Lu's eyes revealed a flicker of emotion.
This gentleman had never shown much emotion. He was always as distant as a bright moon, leaving others with only a sense that he was unfathomable.
At this moment.
Mister Yi had actually spoken up with concern. It was an exceedingly rare occurrence, enough to show how much he cared about her. To be treated with such sincerity by him, her life had not been in vain.
Miss Lu nodded and forced out a smile.
"Thank you for your concern, Mister. Xinlan is endlessly grateful."
"The results of the East Sea Heavenly Sacrifice will only be known tomorrow. I do not know what will happen either. It may be me, or it may be someone else."
"In any case, the East Sea Heavenly Sacrifice is like a sharp blade hanging over all our heads, ready to fall at any moment. Once it chooses you, before absolute strength, you can neither flee nor resist. This is an inescapable calamity for every female cultivator of East Island."
As she spoke.
Miss Lu's clear eyes reddened slightly, and grief and indignation could hardly be concealed beneath her restrained expression.
Yi Feng felt some measure of shared sorrow.
No wonder the talented youths of the East Sea all carried hidden worries. Every hundred years, they had to face the fear of calamity. Before such a disaster, no one could remain calm.
Lording it over every island and flaunting their might, while demanding a sacrifice of talented youths every century.
That was truly going too far!
Seeing Miss Lu silently endure it all, Yi Feng could no longer hold back.
"It is true that you reside temporarily in the East Sea, but you could discuss the price with them. Just how