Liang Wenmei instantly felt like she was struck by lightning and her face turned extremely pale.
"Mother!"
Seeing that his mother was on the verge of collapse, and looked like she would fall at any moment, Duanmu Heng hurriedly took a step forward and carefully supported her.
Tears flashed in Liang Wenmei's eyes. She staggered two steps forward and looked at Lu Zijia almost pleadingly. "Jia'er, is there no other way?"
After cultivating bitterly for dozens of years and finally making some progress, he suddenly became a mortal again. This was simply a fate worse than death for cultivators.
Besides, the man lying on the dragon bed was the supreme monarch of Delin Kingdom!
How could he accept this? How could he accept this?
Lu Zijia looked at Liang Wenmei's sorrowful look. Even though she really wanted to say yes, in fact, she really had no other way.