"Ah Yao, Ah Yao… I know I was wrong. I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you… If you want to keep him alive, we'll keep him alive. I'll obey you as long as you don't leave…"
Ye Qingtang inwardly heaved a sigh of relief when she saw the child who was plastered to her kneel. She had been merely probing and was also looking for an excuse to leave the Temple of Shadows.
But it turned out that…
The notoriously savage Holy Son could not bear to be apart from the Holy Lord…
"Men, throw this smelly worm into the dungeon." The child turned and ordered.
Now, Ye Qingtang could not leave even if she wanted to. She had no choice but to keep the situation as it was for the time being.
"Ah Yao, don't be angry. You've been away for so long, so you must be tired. Go and rest." The child spoke gingerly, seemingly terrified that Ye Qingtang would leave.
Although Ye Qingtang maintained an expressionless face, she was emotionally exhausted.
