Ayimulan interrupted him: "I know, they probably have some guesses too. Anyway, that person won't say anything in our hands, as good as a corpse."
"Mo Yi... not worth it."
He lowered his gaze, a trace of guilt and self-reproach emerged in his eyes, yet he also felt unwilling.
It wasn't that his martial arts were inferior to Ji Li.
In a real fight, without any tricks, he would never lose to Ji Li.
But now that things have come to this point, further arguments are meaningless.
"Recover quickly, you still have other tasks."
Ayimulan never dwelled in the vortex of setbacks; once things happened, she no longer obsessed, focusing not on the past, but the future.
A momentary failure doesn't necessarily equate to total defeat.
Who can make it to the end? It depends on their abilities.
She stood up and walked out of the room.
Mo Yi looked up and said solemnly, "Princess Consort, today's shame, I will remember it. One day, I will avenge myself against the Twelve Guards!"
