"Ten years, a full ten years!" Su Zhenglong trembled all over, tears streaming down his face.
Although he didn't know why the criminal from the million battlefield wanted to shake Heir Yan Ao to death, the prince who had made them suffer for ten years had finally died, and he had died right before their eyes.
Perhaps, this was the retribution for his complete and utter wickedness!
Su Yue Immortal sat on the ground softly, finding it hard to believe the scene before her, hard to believe that the high and mighty Heir of Prince Zhenyun had just died like this, the relief coming so suddenly.
Her tears slid down one by one, touching the long scars on her face, deep imprints left by ten years of pain.
"Brother Jing, are you really okay?"
Su Yuexi had been watching Sikong Jing the whole time, as he had just vomited blood and looked extremely ill.
