Xuanyuan Qing'ao thought Xuanyuan Wuji was arguing with him because of Shangguan Linlang.
When Xuanyuan Qing'ao mentioned Shangguan Linlang, Xuanyuan Wuji became even angrier. He recalled the words Feng Fuxi had spoken to him before.
The Twenty-Third Year of Yulong once again echoed in Xuanyuan Wuji's mind.
Xuanyuan Wuji, filled with killing intent, said, "Xuanyuan Qing'ao, can't you just let me go? I no longer wish to be involved in matters between you, Pangu, and Fuxi. I only want to take Linlang and fly away far from here, no matter what shocking plans you might have. Could you find someone else to complete them?"
"Is it possible not to target me or Linlang?"
Xuanyuan Wuji was also on the verge of collapse. His gaze towards Xuanyuan Qing'ao was like that of a drowning man grasping for driftwood, hoping that Xuanyuan Qing'ao would let him go and not force him to do anything else.
