Zhang Guangling quietly tugged on Wang Ziping's sleeve and whispered, "Young Master Wang, do I really have to make a move later?"
Wang Ziping glanced at him and said, "You must. You will be responsible for holding off that girl while I kill Ye Qingchen."
A troubled look crossed Zhang Guangling's face. Wang Ziping pressed on, "Since you have pledged loyalty to the Saint Heir, you must treat his commands as your highest code of conduct. I know what you're worried about, but think about it. The Saint Heir has personally ordered Ye Qingchen's death, which shows how seriously he takes this matter. As long as we complete this mission, we will surely have the chance to follow the Saint Heir in the future. Will you still care how the Wuji Immortal Palace sees you then?"
Zhang Guangling remained silent, clearly still undecided.
Wang Ziping continued, "All you need to do is hold her off. Leave the rest to me. I will explain everything to the Saint Heir."
