"Um... Qingluan, don't be mad, let's just have a proper talk first," Song Yun said with a forced smile. He had to grin and bear it, fearing that the girl would slap him on the head and that would be the end of him.
Watching Qingluan batting her big eyes at him, Song Yun swallowed his saliva and said, "Qingluan, tell me why you won't let me go. If it's because you regret conceding and letting me hold the second rank on the Dragon List, we can switch it back tomorrow."
"Who cares about a ranking on the Dragon List," Qingluan said with a toss of her head, feigning an air of arrogance. "I want to be on the War God List."
"Of course, of course, with Qingluan being so formidable, it's only right for you to aim for the War God List. You're high and mighty, so please spare me and let me off the hook," Song Yun said dryly.
"No can do," Qingluan replied, utterly resolute.
"Then just tell me what it'll take to let me go," Song Yun said through gritted teeth.
