Qu Wen Hao wept as he begged. There was nothing else he could depend on. His face was deathly pale, his eye bloodshot, looking not a single bit as steady and refined as Jun Wu Xie had seen on that day outside the Heavenly Cloud Chambers. Strands of hair around his temple had come loose and hung down loosely, making him look more worn and wretched, his always straightened back now bent over, all for his daughter.
Jun Wu Xie stared coldly at the sorry looking figure of Qu Wen Hao, and not a ripple of emotion showed within her eyes.
"I beg you, help me….. As long as you are willing to help, you can have whatever you want….. My own life, everything that I own, I can can hand them all to you." Qu Wen Hao cried out aloud, his hand covering his face.
He knew after all that he had done today, he would never be able to gain the forgiveness of Jun Xie. But for Qu Ling Yue, he could not give up on fighting for this one last sliver of hope.
