"Shen Zhiqiu, tell me, what do you want?!" The man stood aloof, as if all living beings were ants beneath his feet.
"What do I want?" Another man in white clothes, Shengxue, said with an indifferent expression: "Now that you have achieved your wish, Zhiqiu knows that it is no longer of use. Qing, please be noble and let Zhiqiu go."
The man's eyes were filled with anger, and he looked at Zhiqiu fiercely: "We have lived and died together for ten years, and you don't have any nostalgia in your heart?!"
Shen Zhiqiu smiled: "You know better than me that these ten years are just a dream. When you wake up from the dream, everything becomes empty. Qing, please wake up. I know that Qiu is not talented, but I don't want to be a chess piece in your hands."
"Okay, okay" the man said with a serious smile: "If you walk out of the palace today, I will give this world to you. Let the world see what kind of thing you Shen Zhiqiu is."