Balian wisely stopped touching the jar of wine, smiled faintly, and said, "Is there something bothering you, Mr. Qingxuan?"

A trace of cold wine entered the throat, but the sweet aroma turned into a bitter taste.

Qingxuan was in a low mood. She gently shook the wine in her glass and said softly: "As you said, opening the Holy Land is not optimistic."

Baili'an comforted and said: "What is a calamity period? The calamity period is determined by the number in the life chart. It is an inevitable calamity. If Master Qingxuan can easily open it, how can it be called a calamity period?"

"How come I don't understand what you said?" Qingxuan poured another glass of wine and drank it, his snow-white face already turning a faint blush.

"It's just that what I didn't expect was that the amount of source blood collected was not even half of what I expected. This is really... ridiculous."

Bai Lian was startled for a moment, but his eyes soon returned to calm, "What Master Qingxuan means is that you have released the news and opened the gate of the Holy Domain, which will save the empress from death. But the number of Kunlun people who have been summoned,

But it’s not satisfactory?”

Qingxuan's eyes were sad: "Not only is it unsatisfactory, I can't even imagine how uncomfortable it would be if the empress knew about this."

Balian was silent for a moment, and then said: "I think no matter how realistic and cruel the facts are, my lady... she will probably never know the feeling of 'uncomfortable'."

Qingxuan rolled his eyes at him: "You are the only one who understands me."

Balian said: "I don't understand. Although taking the source blood will damage one's own foundation, under a certain amount, it will not endanger one's life. If something happens to the empress, the landslide will cause the realm to collapse, and the homeland will be scattered. Then

It’s a big deal, why do they avoid it so much?”

According to common sense, if the empress successfully survives this disaster, Kunlun Mountain will be safe and sound.

Protecting our home is a responsibility that everyone must bear.

How could they not understand something so simple?

"I don't understand..." Qingxuan's heart was extremely miserable. Even in the dark of night, her alcoholism could not be relieved, and her frown was like a lock. She simply abandoned the cup, picked up the wine jar with one hand, raised her white neck and took a sip.

The strong drink made his eyes become hazy and red.

"I don't understand, what's going on in Kunlun Mountain today?" For a moment, Qingxuan's voice was choked with sobs.
Chapter completed!