In this world, there really is no such thing as luck.
What must come, will always come.
Gongcheng Qingyang's eyes revealed a few traces of powerless sorrow, yet there was also a hysteria born from despair.
His expression was grave and cold, his voice lowered as he said, "Though we will certainly not be Yang Family's match, since they are so aggressive, even if it turns us into tribulation ash, I will not let the Yang Family leave easily."
"I have the same intention. I only hope Qing Wan can persuade that Zhou Zheng to leave with her, to leave this troubled land."
Gongcheng Diewu murmured softly to herself.
"Placing hope on that waste to come to his senses is no different than dreaming. I know Qing Wan's departure is your wish, but this time, you might truly be seeing wrong. Zhou Zheng, this person, will never achieve anything. The fate of the Zhou Family people as ants will not change at all!"
