The Black Que remained silent.
...Was that the only exception in the script of his life?
A life and destiny clearly written out. That was the only time he resisted, perhaps Su Wensheng was busy with other matters at that time, allowing Black Que to escape from the Nine Serenities, and thus in the control of the Ruler's Skill, he gave his only chance to turn the tables, the Sword of Destiny, to Su Ming'an.
...He was still being controlled.
Leaving Su Wensheng, only to fall into Su Ming'an's hands. No matter what, Black Que's favorability never belonged to himself. Even if he fled from the Nine Serenities, he eventually fell under Su Ming'an's Ruler's Skill.
Freedom never belonged to him.
He suddenly wanted to laugh out loud, to laugh wildly for this despairing life. Su Ming'an would never laugh so hoarsely, but "Black Que" finally wanted to laugh once like this, because for once he lived for himself, for two or three seconds.
