"Even if you kill me, I will never submit to you easily!" Yan Li gritted his teeth, sweat the size of beans dripped down his face.
Yan Xin, Yan Yang, and Yan Huihuang all showed hesitant and conflicted expressions.
Just when they thought Nalan Jing would kill them, the aura enveloping them suddenly withdrew, disappearing as if it had never existed.
"You can go." An indifferent voice floated down from his chilly lips.
Yan Li was stunned—was he really letting them go?
"You're not going to kill us?" Yan Xin exclaimed in surprise.
"Why would I kill you? Just because you refuse to submit to me? I, Nalan Jing, do intend to reclaim Yanhuang Empire, but I'm not so bloodthirsty. However, if you become my enemy in the future, I will be utterly ruthless." His purple eyes surged with sharp brilliance.
Yan Li snorted softly, "Don't think you can win me over like this and make me serve you!"
