"Is it necessary?"
"Absolutely."
"What if I want it all?"
"Mr. Jiu, you've already seen the consequences of greed."
"I'm not content."
Qi Wuya clenched his fists and asked, "And He Ying?"
Han Mo said, "It's a zero-sum game."
"He, Ying!"
He almost gnashed his teeth as he pronounced the name.
He must kill him!
Sang Yan, disguised as an ordinary peasant woman, accompanied He Ying as he healed, all the while keeping an eye on the situation outside.
In recent days, the entire Puluo Country seemed to have fallen into an eerie calm.
So peaceful it felt sinister.
Could it be that Qi Wuya had been severely injured and died?
Sang Yan couldn't help but think in this direction.
Yet upon careful consideration, she felt it unlikely: with Qi Wuya's status in Puluo Country, his death would likely bring about a national mourning. Such strange quietness, unless...
Just as she thought of a possibility,
the courtyard gate was kicked open.
