"Say something you love to hear, leaving you means death, not leaving you also means death..."
"Then of course I'll take you to be buried with me."
Sikong Jing's voice echoed through the venue as he advanced step by step, everyone nodded secretly.
Indeed, Sikong Jing had offended the Qianwang Holy Tower and was almost certainly doomed, so he clearly didn't need to spare Pei Yuzheng.
If he directly took him out, maybe there would still be time to escape.
And Pei Yuzheng suddenly understood Sikong Jing's intentions, his mouth opened wide in greater fear, as now it seemed there was only one way for him to survive, to promise and swear not to retaliate against Sikong Jing.
But if he made this oath, where would the dignity of the Young Master Qianwang be?
Thump, thump, thump...
Sikong Jing drew closer and closer.
