Zhao Youting trembled all over.
He swallowed hard, looking at Fang Yu, and said nervously, "The Black Wood Lotus... isn't in my hands... It's, it's in Zhao Wuyan's hands."
Fang Yu frowned slightly:
"You are Zhao Wuyan's elder, how could a junior like him possess such a valuable item?"
Zhao Youting's voice became a stammering struggle: "I... I am just his, his uncle... The Zhao Family, sooner or later, will all belong to... Zhao Wuyan. I, I have to think for myself. This Antique City, is, is the fallback that I've left for myself..."
"Very well."
The sword in Fang Yu's hand gradually lowered, emitting a chilling glow, "Inform Zhao Wuyan to bring the Black Wood Lotus."
Zhao Youting endured the agony.
"Zhao Wuyan is already on his way... You, you can't kill me."
"Why can't I kill you?" Fang Yu felt amused.
