"Do you think that by doing this, you can change my mind?"
The middle-aged man turned to look at Yue Haitang, his brow slightly furrowed.
Yue Haitang applied slight downward pressure with her right hand, and the Red Dragon Purple Gold Sword immediately left a clear, bloody mark on her fair neck. The sword's light illuminated her eyes, her expression resolute.
"And I won't change my mind either."
The middle-aged man's brow twitched, his gaze sharp as he asked in a grave voice, "Is that Luo Feng truly worth all this to you?"
"He was the one who disregarded his own life to save me from Yi Tian. This is a debt I owe him," Yue Haitang said slowly.
"HMPH!"
