Han Zhiyu propped himself up with both hands and stood up, saying, "If I tell you, will you spare my life?"
"What do you think?"
"I can tell you the whole story."
Wen Ping remained unmoved, smiling, "At your age, don't be so naive with your words. You know, whether you tell or not, you'll die. But if you do, you might die a bit more comfortably."
Han Zhiyu closed his eyes, as if accepting this fact, "Come closer, I'll tell you."
Without hesitation, Wen Ping stepped over. Just as they were within two steps of each other, Han Zhiyu suddenly transformed, becoming extremely frenzied, and his expression turned ferocious.
"You killed my nephew, so leave your life here as well."
Bang!
A crisp sound rang out.
Beside Han Zhiyu's left fist, a blue halo emitted its unique and fierce aura. Within the blue halo, a smaller halo and a blue light point floated up and down.
Each rise and fall was accompanied by a weak buzz — the sound of the Meridian Gate trembling.
