Yue Yuxi saw Zhao Qianyi escape and immediately wanted to pursue, but was stopped by Chen Mo.
Chen Mo held his sword in one hand, his starry eyes locked onto the figure ahead, only twenty steps between them.
"General Chen Mo, I greatly admire you. If you join Loulan, you can choose any title of king or minister you like, and I will grant it to you. Why oppose me?"
Yue Yuxi's voice was cold. Although Chen Mo was injured and greatly exhausted, with no more worries and at a critical moment, even ordinary people could unleash unimaginable potential, let alone Chen Mo, the so-called War God of the Great Song.
Now, instead, Chen Mo was trying to stall for time with her, asking, "Is what Her Majesty the Queen said true?"
As he spoke, he was secretly recovering his True Qi. If he were in peak condition, Chen Mo would not fear Yue Yuxi, but now, he had no certainty.
