Reaction from the Life Spirit

Ye Futian looked at the imperial advisor and sighed secretly. Due to Feixue's status, even if the imperial advisor were to ask for Emperor Li's help, the Emperor would have, no doubt, agreed to help.

If Feixue remained incapable of seeing still, then there would not be a need to ask in the first place.

"There is no need to grieve for my sake, Seventh Swordsman. I'm fine as I am," Feixue said with a smile. It was as if she was able to read what was going on in his mind.

"I'm not grieving." Ye Futian denied and continued, "I just think that someone as beautiful as you would feel brilliant if you could see."

Feixue smiled faintly. Although her eyes continued to look dead, her smile felt pleasant nonetheless.

"Take a seat," the imperial advisor smiled and said. All of them took their respective seats by his side, with Yan Yuan seated at the first seat at the left, followed by Nan Zhai, Mu Chunyang, and Wang Zhong.