Would Chuzheng be kind enough to save someone?
The King's Account guarantees—absolutely not.
She's saving this person probably for Ye Luo, after all, he's a witness.
The young man is called Yang Shu, a disciple under the Third Elder.
"Little Senior Sister, about what happened before, I'm sorry..."
Actually, Yang Shu hadn't done anything too malicious; he had just made some unpleasant comments with his fellow disciples.
But at this moment, facing Chuzheng, all he felt inside was torment.
"Apologizing to me is useless."
I'm not the original host, apologizing to me is pointless.
Yang Shu froze, not quite understanding Chuzheng's meaning.
The pattering sound of rain echoed in his ears, mist rising and enveloping everything, leaving only blurred outlines in view.
In this small world, an eerie silence descended.
Yang Shu didn't know what to say.
After a long pause, his lips trembled slightly.
