Sang Yan listened to He Ying say this, and her frantic heart slightly calmed down: How could she have forgotten this? The Beiqi Crown Prince and Wuya did not get along, using this bait to convince him—maybe—
"Ha, you think you can exchange your lives for that useless person's life? You think too highly of him!"
Wuya's voice was cold, and his gaze scornful.
Sang Yan's heart gradually sank.
She had underestimated Wuya: How could such a conceited man ever accept He Ying's help?
"He Ying, do you know who I hate the most in this world?"
Wuya rolled up a corner of his robe, leisurely wiping the blood off his long sword.
Then, he stepped over to He Ying.
"I want your life more than I want that useless Qi Lv's life!"
Compared to He Ying.
What was Qi Lv!
He only left him sitting in the Crown Prince's position because he temporarily did not want to compete with that useless person.
"So, prepare to die!"
Wuya suddenly made his move, his long sword striking.
