Su Junqing had his plans too. This Blood Slave had served beside the Bloodthirsty Patriarch for so long, so she probably had a better idea of the present situation.
He had just arrived at Bloodcloud Peak and needed information. The Blood Slave was a good source.
The Blood Slave, whose head was down, gradually lifted her face. Her black hair swayed as she moved and fell on the sides of her face. A tender, beautiful face was revealed, and the red mole on her forehead was a striking vermillion under the dim candlelight.
"Yun…Yunzhi!" Su Junqing looked at Ye Yunzhi in disbelief, his eyes widening in shock.
How was she still alive?
"Young Master Su, it's been a while." Ye Yunzhi's bitter and resentful voice rang out in the cave-dwelling as if resounding from the depths of hell.
"Yunzhi, how…how are you doing?" Su Junqing recovered fast. He changed his expression to a complicated mix of awkwardness, depression, worry, and guilt.
