A Critical Situation

Ye Bantian leaned back in his chair, his body changing at a visible rate. His vigorous black hair turned snow-white, and his body grew old as well.

Seeing Ye Bantian become like this, Yun Qingyao seemed to suffer another blow. "Father Emperor..."

"This is what I truly look like!"

Ye Bantian's voice had become much older as well. He sighed. "All my life, I strove for so many years to protect the Central Sacred Dynasty. In the end, it was all for nothing, and I have instead handed such a mess over to you!"

"Lu Ren was right to curse me. I am nothing but trash!"

Ye Bantian shook his head bitterly.

"Didn't you say there were many Ancient Martial Artists? Why won't those Ancient Martial Artists come out and help you?"

Yun Qingyao asked.

"If they could come out, they would have done so long ago!"

Ye Bantian said, "Enough, Qing Yao. Once Father Emperor falls, the Eldest Prince will certainly seize power. If you truly cannot defeat him, then let go. Ancient Martial Artists are not something we can protect!"

"Father Emperor, if there were Longevity Pills, wouldn't you not have to die?"

Yun Qingyao asked.

"I have already taken quite a few Longevity Pills. Even if I took over a dozen more, they could not extend my life by even a few months, unless there were a hundred or so Longevity Pills."

Ye Bantian said.

Longevity Pills were far too rare. Back when Nine Heavens Pavilion had sold Longevity Pills, he had received the news and sent people to bid for more than a dozen of them, but they had only prolonged his life by a few months.

Yun Qingyao looked at Ye Bantian, then at Lu Ren, and a sense of powerlessness rose in her heart