He looked at him, his expression as cold as ever, but there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.
"Let me ask you one last time..." He clenched the sword in his hand, "Your purpose——"
"Qing Shang." He interrupted him rudely, as if he thought the question was unnecessary.
With his blue eyes half-lidded, he smiled, his eyebrows curved and calm.
"From beginning to end, there is only Qingshang.".
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