Qing Mo never dreamed he might lose to Ling Chen. So, even after Ling Chen's sword defeated him, he still couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.
Before he could struggle further, the tip of Ling Chen's sword was already pressed against Qing Mo's throat.
"Tell me, who sent you?"
Ling Chen stared at the severely injured Qing Mo, a cold glint in his eyes. Who would dare plot to kill me during this royal hunt?
"I can't say. Young man, I was merely following orders. The real culprit isn't me. Please show mercy and spare me. I promise I will never appear before you again."
Qing Mo dared not reveal the mastermind. If I tell him, I'll probably die.
"Speak, and I'll let you go. You can hide and continue to live freely. If you refuse, I'll kill you right now."
Ling Chen applied slight pressure, and his sword cut into Qing Mo's neck, drawing a trickle of blood.
"I'll talk, I'll talk."
