Mo Yunchen's phoenix eyes fixed on Qi Tianshang, "All I want is to be with her."
Qi Tianshang's hand, which was blocking Mo Yunchen, turned stiff; he suddenly burst into loud laughter, filled with self-mockery, "I'm about to give up, why don't you give up? Am I actually not as good as you? I'm not as good as you!"
"Honorable Master!"
Watching Qi Tianshang's insane laughter, Han Xing called out worriedly.
Mo Yunchen ignored Qi Tianshang's crazy laughter, glanced at the tumultuous sea hitting the rocks, took a step forward, and leaped down, plunging into the water, disappearing without a trace.
"Master Mo!" Mo Tang ran to the railing and called out frantically.
Qi Tianshang looked in complex contemplation toward the vanishing figure of Mo Yunchen. He hated Mo Yunchen for taking Qin Qin away, but at this moment, he actually admired him. Having lived for such a long time, he found himself admiring his own rival in love—ridiculous.
