Mo Huasong sneered, "Lu Yunyi, I've come now, let Zeng Chunyu go."
"Humph, would I be that foolish? I won't let go of Zeng Chunyu unless your acupoints are secured by my people," Lu Yunyi shook her head in refusal.
"Do you think I would believe you?" asked Mo Huasong.
Lu Yunyi laughed, "Do you really have a choice now? If you don't let my men restrain you, I'll kill Zeng Chunyu."
"Lu Yunyi, swear to Martial Arts, otherwise, I can't trust you," stated Mo Huasong.
Lu Yunyi was always cunning and scheming, so Mo Huasong found it difficult to trust her.
"Fine. If, after being restrained by me now, I, Lu Yunyi, don't immediately release Zeng Chunyu, then my Soul Body will be completely destroyed." Lu Yunyi took a solemn oath. "Mo Batian, is it enough now?"
Mo Huasong nodded. As Lu Yunyi had sworn to Martial Arts, he had no other choice but to trust her.
Mo Huasong moved forward, and a cultivator immediately rushed towards him, relentlessly jabbing at him.
