"What do you think?" Han Shuang mocked, "I really do envy you! You court death yet you weren't immediately killed by the City Lord, it really does matter whom you swear loyalty to."
"Don't mock me, I'd rather be dead!" Lin Qingfeng was well aware of the terrible fate that awaited him in the hands of that tyrant.
He had been avoiding the Lost Association and Fu Xing, but he feared being captured and taken back to Eternal City even more.
He had risked such a dangerous task in collusion with Your Highness while the City Lord of Eternal City was absent, pushing Your Highness into the most perilous situation. The tyrant not killing him upon his return only meant that he had greater value alive.
Han Shuang skillfully piloted the flying vessel. On the way back, Lin Qingfeng laid motionless, occasionally wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes devoid of any of the flippancy he had shown while speaking with Han Shuang earlier.
