Wen Qingye couldn't help but smile. "You want revenge? I can help you."
"You'll help me?"
Yue Mingzhu's eyes narrowed, sweeping over Wen Qingye from top to bottom as if trying to see right through him.
Wen Qingye nodded. "That's right. But I have one condition. I hope your Sword Sect can join forces with my Celestial Profound Sect to deal with the Taiyi Pavilion. You should know, the Taiyi Pavilion's power is..."
Hearing this, Yue Mingzhu felt a little more at ease. She wasn't afraid of Wen Qingye making demands; she was afraid he wouldn't.
She, Yue Mingzhu, would never let a grudge go unavenged. Besides, she couldn't rest easy with the vast Sword Sect in Jian Nantian's hands. 'But can I trust this man before me?'
At this thought, her eyes couldn't help but drift to Wen Qingye, who happened to be looking at her at the same moment. Their gazes met.
For some reason, seeing his eyes, as dark and deep as a starry night, made her heart flutter. It was a feeling of trustworthiness.
