Just as he was about to speak, wanting to thank the lord for sparing his life, a warm sensation spread across his neck, spurting out.
He opened his mouth, unable to utter a single syllable; clearly, his throat had been slit. He raised his eyes, looking at Qian Jiyun standing in front of him.
Wasn't he supposed to be spared? Why, why did he have to be killed?
He had already realized his mistakes; why couldn't he be given a chance to start anew?
Besides, had he really done anything wrong? If a person doesn't look after their own interests, heaven and earth would conspire against them. He was only trying to look after his future—he had followed Qian Jiyun for so many years. Despite being a senior, he had to heed the instructions of guards who joined Huayan Peak later than he did.
The position of team leader never came to him. Wasn't it understandable for him to be unwilling to accept this?
