The middle-aged man looked to be in his forties. His sharply defined face and jet-black eyes held a steadfast, loving warmth.
"I can wake Yaoshuang, but restoring her to how she was before is impossible. At most, I can let her live another ten years... Ten years is already the limit!" An old man stood beside the ice coffin. Seeing the middle-aged man's expression, he could not help shaking his head and sighing.
"Ten years is too short. I owe her far too much. There is no way to make it up to her..." The middle-aged man shook his head, seemingly unwilling to accept the old man's proposal.
"There is nothing to be done about it. Her strength is what it is, and she suffered such a devastating blow. Letting her live another ten years is already the absolute limit!" The old man frowned.
"I know. But I do not wish for her to come back to life only to suffer every day!" Staring fixedly at the ice coffin, the middle-aged man's eyes brimmed with tenderness.
"There is no other way. Even if I exhaust my strength to bring her back to life, her body is too severely injured. To remain conscious, she will have to endure endless agony... You also know that medicine is not omnipotent; there are limits to it. Accomplishing this much is already the utmost of my power!" the old man said.
"I know..." The middle-aged man sighed. "Though you, Venerable Emperor Wu, did not become an Emperor-level powerhouse through the medical path, everyone knows how exquisite your medical skills are. Master Mogao and Master Hongye, who were once so renowned—others may not know it, but I do. They are both your disciples!"
If anyone had been present, hearing those words would surely have made their