Zhenhao suddenly exclaimed as he assessed the situation, "Be careful, Xiao Xue!"
"Careful? Too late!"
Jin Ciping, a skilled craftsman from Hu Yitang, moved swiftly behind Zhenxue. Just like the pristine snow that shares her name, his voice rang cold as he grinned at Bixiu and mocked, "Zhenhao! Damn it, you're such an idiot! Your daughter trying to stop me? Isn't this practically delivering a great gift to me?"
"You... despicable bastard!"
Zhenhao suddenly erupted in fury, shouting as he anxiously glanced towards the Xiangyang River.
At this point, Jin Ziping turned his tense gaze toward Yang Tiandao. "Mr. Yang, I know you're remarkable. But don't act recklessly! Or this blade of mine won't show mercy! My request is simple: let me leave safely."
"Impossible!"
Yang Chuan shook his head, his demeanor calm. "You're not leaving here today, no matter where you think you'd go."
