Yang Xiao took strides toward the Lone Wolf, his eyes glinting with an unusually cold brilliance.
He stopped not far in front of the Lone Wolf, looking down upon him who now seemed so lowly, embedded in the dirt.
"Let you go?" Yang Xiao raised his eyebrows, a cold smirk followed at the corner of his mouth.
"Yes, let me go! Yang Xiao, I beg you, please let me go! I realize my mistake, and I will never dare to target you again. I will definitely stay far away from you, as long as you are in the Eastern Sky, I won't set foot there for even a day," the Lone Wolf begged desperately.
"Do you think it's possible that I would let you go?" Yang Xiao asked coldly, looking at the Lone Wolf.
"Possible, of course it's possible! Yang Xiao, you are magnanimous. Please don't stoop to my insignificant level, just treat me as nothing, yes, as a fart!" the Lone Wolf couldn't possibly answer no.
