The sharp aura danced in the air.
However, Shan Ling's blade stopped in mid-air. He did not want to believe what Fang Zhengzhi said.
But...
He had to listen to it.
He was the Crown Prince of the Southern Region.
He could set up his brothers in pursuit of the throne, but, he could not risk the lives of the soldiers.
"Speak! You only have one chance!" Shan Ling's voice was icy and aloof.
Fang Zhengzhi was a talent.
But he was just a talent. He would still die in the face of absolute power and ability.
"I do not like people to point their blades at me." Fang Zhengzhi's mouth twitched in scorn as he glanced at Shan Ling.
"Hum!" The blade whirred.
Shan Ling's knuckles whitened as the tip began to shake. As a man, he felt that he should just keep his word and drive the sword into Fang Zhengzhi.
But he could not.
He was the Crown Prince, and he could not defile the honor of his ancestors.
