Xu Ping'an looked at Yan Zhenling, groveling on the ground, yet his brows slightly furrowed.
Yan Zhenling's actions had unexpectedly stirred a sense of pity in his heart.
At this moment, he could effortlessly kill Yan Zhenling, but somehow, he found it hard to bring himself to do it.
"State your reasons," Xu Ping'an said coldly.
In his view, Yan Zhenling before him was no good person.
Trading the use of her Charm Technique and her own body for some opportunities, and having Sect disciples do her bidding, her schemes were far from noble.
Of course, he had also noticed that Yan Zhenling had her unspeakable difficulties.
"I don't want to die; I want to grow stronger. The Young Master is someone who can make me stronger, so I am willing to submit. I know a woman like me doesn't even qualify to work under the Young Master, perhaps even sullying the Young Master's eyes. Yet, I still wish the Young Master would give me a chance."
