"No, Sister Shengyi, you are very important."
"After a thousand sails, my destination is you."
Jun Xiaoyao said earnestly.
He reached out, gently brushing aside the white hair on Jiang Shengyi's forehead.
Jiang Shengyi originally had a head full of dark, inky hair.
In the Immortal Ancient World, when Jun Xiaoyao entered the Forbidden Land's Bronze Immortal Hall, even his Life Plate shattered.
Overnight, Jiang Shengyi's dark hair turned white.
Morning as dark hair, evening as snow!
What kind of profound emotion is that?
Even now, Jiang Shengyi's hair still remains as white as Cangxue.
Because it is a mark left by a wounded heart, no matter how high her cultivation, it's difficult to restore.
Looking at Jiang Shengyi's snow-white hair, Jun Xiaoyao felt that he should perhaps give a promise.
Otherwise, he would be too sorry for the woman before him.
