Yet if not... the path ahead is a dead end.
At this point, a sense of unwillingness suddenly arose within him.
By now, how could he not understand that the words of the Heir of Beicang King were reality.
Ji Mingyuan ascending the throne, to show his position, would inevitably fulfill his current promises.
By that time, the outcome would be the same.
He clenched his fists, his gaze turning to Shen Mengyun and Shen Xiao beside him.
At this moment, the Heir of Beicang King, who had just climbed up from the ground, seemed to have heard something, and a slight arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was smiling or feeling self-satisfied.
After a moment of silence, Ji Minghao slowly released his tightly clenched fists, his palms already pierced by his nails, allowing blood to drip onto the floor tiles.
At this moment, his eyes carried a nearly deathly calmness.
He looked at Shen Xiao, bowing deeply: "General Shen, Mengyun, thank you. But... let's stop here."
