"How should I repay you, Your Majesty?"
Mu Qingge's voice, cold as ice, descended from the heavens.
Qin Jinyang felt as though he was in an ice cave, his blood freezing entirely.
"No... don't kill me... don't..." At this moment, Qin Jinyang cried helplessly like a child, pleading bitterly.
He lay at Mu Qingge's feet, reaching out with both hands, clutching tightly at her boots, weeping bitterly.
"I beg you, don't kill me. Whatever you want, I will give it to you!" Qin Jinyang raised his tear-streaked face. He was truly afraid; he had witnessed three peerless experts of the Purple Realm die at Mu Qingge's hands, witnessed her coldness, witnessed her madness.
"What do you have to trade with me?" Mu Qingge lowered her eyes, her cold gaze falling upon him. Her words were full of biting sarcasm.
Qin Jinyang was stunned, speechless as he looked at her.
The eyes, once veiled by madness and jealousy, now reflected only pleading and fear.
