Deep in the forest, Qing Li struck a sturdy tree with his palm, the entire hand dripping with blood.
It wasn't his imagination; the masked man in black was sparing his life every time.
If not, he would have been defeated by him long ago, right?
But why was he sparing his life?
Faced with someone constantly wishing for his death, shouldn't it be wiped out completely!
Qing Li didn't understand, nor did he dare to think about it.
He took out a letter, already worn and tattered, from his bosom and slowly opened it, "Mother, I've done my best, but I can't beat him! Mother, when can I avenge you..."
"Mother, what is your relationship with the man in black, why did he specifically come for me back then? And why... does he always spare my life..."
Putting away the letter, Qing Li looked at the subordinates behind him and said, "You all go into the capital first, hide, and await orders at any time."
After that, Qing Li left as well.
