"Not enough." Li Qiubai shook his head calmly.
Qing King's face was already starting to twitch at this moment, and he spoke through gritted teeth, "I will explain the details of this matter to Xia Zhao and send Xia Jing to Chang'an, leaving his fate up to Xia Zhao, regardless of life or death."
Even though he made Xia Jing's life worse than death, he still held onto some sentiment, wanting his eldest son to die by his own hand... Li Qiubai thought to himself, as a chill arose in his heart.
Xia Jing dying a hundred times wouldn't be enough to comfort the many wronged souls of the Human Race, and Qing King was still considering this much?
How could he agree?
"Still not enough." Li Qiubai spoke again.
Qing King remained silent for a few seconds, his tone cold, his complexion growing increasingly pale, not knowing whether it was due to his injuries or anger, "Then what do you want?"
