The swaying Ling Yu made his way to his large ship, where a black-clothed man had been waiting on board for a long time. He merely saw Ling Yu staggeringly kneel in front of the black-clothed man.
"Master, the tasks you assigned to me have been completed."
With a snap of his fingers, the black-clothed man spoke as if jokingly,
"Hard work indeed. Now, all we have to do is wait for Long Yan to be utterly discredited."
As if he thought of something amusing, the black-clothed man's visible mouth corners curled up with a smile, exposing cold, glowing fangs behind his red lips.
"Why did you let Lu Qing go?"
Sometimes, Chu Bei truly couldn't see through Long Yan. Not only did Long Yan guide his own opponents, but he also repeatedly spared those who wanted to kill him. How did such a man manage to live until now?
To Chu Bei's comment, Long Yan merely smiled slightly.
"Lu Qing bore no intent to kill."
