Looking at Ye Ziyun’s crying face, Ye Zong sighed, shaking his head and dejectedly said, “Since I have been poisoned by the Draconic Tongue Herb, I can only live for half an hour at most. I’m afraid that I no longer have the chance to do so.”
His vision was gradually getting worse, already turning a little blurry. He would very much like to have a close look at his daughter’s face.
He grabbed onto Ye Ziyun’s hand as though he was dearly grabbing onto his life, his voice trembling a little, “Yun’er, I wish I could see your wedding, your child and your blessed life. But, I’m afraid that I will no longer able to see it anymore!”
A guy like Ye Zong, even when facing death, he wouldn’t be afraid. But today, he felt afraid. The way to death, is an eternal darkness.