Whose life is not life?

Belated guilt welled up in his heart. Baili Changhuan coughed uncomfortably and reminded him, "I've checked. That method is indeed feasible. If you are more cautious, you still have a chance of survival."

"Really?" Gu Xingyun saw through his evasion and asked with a smile, "What are your chances of survival?"

He is not a child, there is no need for him to believe such coaxing words.

Being stared at by those eyes, Baili Changhuan gritted his teeth and told the truth: "At most 10%."

Maybe less than 10%.

Gu Xingyun was more open-minded and even comforted Baili Changhuan.

"That sounds good. Thank you in advance, Junior Master."

He took a half step back and bowed respectfully to Baili Changhuan: "I apologize for any offense I may have caused you in the past. I hope you will forgive me, Junior Master. Thank you for your care over the years."

Baili Changhuan was in mixed mood.

It's like seeing a crazy and stubborn kid who refuses to listen suddenly come to his senses and become a humble and polite child overnight. The relief is mixed with unspeakable sadness.

He reluctantly reminded: "Tonight at midnight is the most suitable time to take action. If you miss it, you may have to wait another year. The formation has been set up in advance. You..."

He didn't say anything else.

Gu Xingyun was stunned for a long moment, then forced a smile in a trance: "What a coincidence! Fortunately I'm back today. Master's body wouldn't last a year."

Baili Changhuan turned his face to the outside of the yard and looked at the bunch of flowers in full bloom, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

Gu Xingyun took a long breath, trying to calm himself down, and spoke again: "Junior Master..."