As the dark clouds dispersed, the moonlight shone brightly.
Supported by the sword at his neck, Pu Cheng stared at Su Liang, his eyes ice cold.
Yet, Su Liang smiled, "What's the matter? Are you blaming me for leading Cheng Yun astray, or mad at me for not surrendering easily? Don't look at me like that. You don't actually think I'm as naive as Cheng Yun used to be, do you? Oh, wait, Cheng Yun isn't like that anymore."
Finishing her words, Su Liang turned around, "If you truly care about Cheng Yun, choose to work with us and do the right thing. There's still hope for your son, Sheng Yue, to see the error of his ways."
Pu Cheng's eyes narrowed as he watched Su Liang carry Duanmu Zhen into Yuanming Pavilion.
