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"Hahahaha."

Unfortunately, no matter what Isefia said, Ying Muyao's heart remained unmoved; instead, she felt like laughing.

"You're quite impressive."

Ying Muyao looked at her senior sister as a mother-in-law would look at her daughter-in-law; the more formidable and excellent Isefia performed, the more at ease Ying Muyao was.

"Alright, it's time for me to go."

Ying Muyao could feel that her life force was about to dissipate completely. In her final moments, all she wanted was to look at Bailuo's face and engrave her brother's new visage into her heart forever.

"What on earth do you want?!"

Bailuo was also getting desperate, "Coming out of nowhere, and now you're leaving; do you even care about me? What am I to you?!!"

"And about the fight just now, that Dawnlight," Bailuo said, "I can't deal with that kind of thing right now, what if he comes back to kill without you here?"

Naturally, Bailuo is not afraid of the Master of Dawnlight coming back; he would love for the other to still be alive so that he could avenge the previous strike.

But for Ying Muyao's sake, Bailuo had to make the enemy seem more threatening.

The more formidable, the better, ideally so powerful that he couldn't deal with it himself, to provoke Ying Muyao's protective instincts.

"..."

Ying Muyao didn't reply; she just smiled gently.

It wasn't that she didn't want to protect Bailuo, but rather she believed he could protect himself now.

No matter how treacherous the future, no matter how strong the enemies, Ying Muyao firmly believed that her brother would ultimately triumph because he was her brother, after all.

Which parent doesn't trust their own child?

"Don't go..."

Bailuo clenched his fists; he had run out of options, "What do you want, exactly?"

Ashes kept falling, and more memories of Ying Muyao emerged in his mind. Looking at those sporadic fragments of memory, Bailuo only read endless and boundless love for her brother from them.

What kind of woman was she?

She was a Miracle Creature, a sister, and even like a mother to him, silently watching over him for ten thousand years.

Without resentment, without regret...

"You should at least give me a chance to make amends!"

"I don't know who Ying Baizhou is, I'm not him," Bailuo said, "but I'll pay back the debts he left, the debts he owes you, I'll pay them back, I'll help him to!"

"Stay, please stay, sister..."

Listening to Bailuo addressing her as sister, Ying Muyao blissfully said, "To hear you call me 'sister' one last time, thank you."

This 'thank you' sounded as if she was treating Bailuo as a stranger.

"..."

Bailuo was stunned; he had hoped to awaken Ying Muyao's will to live, but his words seemed to have let her completely let go instead.

Past events had become a fleeting memory.

She was ready to leave...

"Uncle!"

"Uncle, I need help! Uncle, are you there? Quick! Quick! I'm in big trouble here!"

Bailuo was in total panic by now. He had no other choice but to instinctively seek his uncle's help, hoping the ever-capable uncle could come up with a way to keep his sister with him.

"Hmm?"

Immediately, Bailuo dumped everything that had happened, including the events that led up to the situation, on his uncle.

"This is really..."

Faced with such a flood of information, even the uncle's brain became momentarily muddled, "This is all so sudden; let me sort this out."

"There's no time, uncle!"

Bailuo urged, "She's about to die, she's about to die!!"

"Hurry up, think of something!"

"..."

The uncle was even more bewildered than Bailuo. If you had a problem, why didn't you ask sooner? The suddenness was so extreme that even though Bailuo was his beloved nephew, the uncle felt like hitting someone.

"Do you have a solution? Is there any way? Uncle, you're so powerful, there must be something you can do, right?"

"Er..."

Although the uncle was a seasoned elder, he wasn't omnipotent!

He only knew a little bit, really just a little bit!

"I can't guarantee anything, but, I'll try."

After the uncle spoke, Bailuo immediately moved him to his side, and the appearance of Saros made Ying Muyao very puzzled.

She did not recognize the uncle, but by observing his appearance, Ying Muyao quickly guessed the identity of the elder.
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'He is very similar to my father in this life; it seems he must be the legendary Saros from the Miracle New Continent.'

Ying Muyao shook her head; she did not believe the New Continent's rumors. They revered Saros like a deity, but in her eyes, Ying Muyao, the uncle was nothing.

"Don't rush; I just came to have a word with you. Once it's said, whether you stay or go, it's up to you."

The uncle approached Ying Muyao and whispered a few words to her.

"Heh."

Suddenly, Ying Muyao laughed, "Are you joking with me?"

"That's impossible."

"Such nonsense."

Bailuo didn't know what the uncle had said to Ying Muyao, but the Empress of the East's heart had indeed wavered slightly; she kept glancing towards Bailuo, then at her senior sister, unsure of what to say.

"Eh?"

Bailuo was shocked, watching the uncle, incredulous, because he could definitely feel that Ying Muyao's composure was shaken.

While still composed, even the Empress of the East, who usually faced death with a steady demeanor, was now slightly agitated.

It wasn't just the uncle's words, but also because her time was running out.

Her body was on the brink of collapse.

"Believe it true or not, that's for you to decide."

After speaking, the uncle didn't wait for Ying Muyao to ask more, but immediately turned to leave, displaying an attitude of 'I just said what I said, believe it or not, that's up to you.'

"Stop! Right there!"

"Make yourself clear..."

Ying Muyao wanted to ask more, but her body was barely holding up. She quickly looked at Bailuo but was somewhat lost for words.

"Why aren't you making the contract yet!"

The uncle was frustrated with Bailuo, who quickly nodded, "Oh, right, the contract, I'll make the contract."

"Saros."