Yang Fei raised his eyes, looking at Grand Priest Ling Muxue, and felt a faint hope in his heart.
"What plan? Could it be that my adopted father foresaw today's calamity and had already made arrangements?"
Ling Muxue's face showed a slight bitter smile, yet somehow a hint of relaxation emerged.
"The True Martial King has long known that the battle with Emperor Tian is inevitable. Although this battle came earlier than expected, we have already made arrangements."
"This is the worst result, yet also the best result."
Upon saying this, Ling Muxue gazed deeply at Yang Fei.
"Yang Fei, do you know that your adopted father's battle was solely to buy you time?"
"He risked his life, entered eternal sleep, and almost fell, all to earn you a thin line of destiny."
Yang Fei stared blankly at Ling Muxue: "I don't quite understand what you mean."
Ling Muxue sighed deeply.
"True Martial King asked me to explain the whole story to you clearly."
