At this point, Feng Ziqi was utterly scared witless by Qin Li. Such is human nature. If you can muster your courage, it's not so difficult to face life and death without fear. But once your spirit is broken, clawing your way back becomes a near-impossible task.
Feng Ziqi was a prime example. No one knew the immense pressure he was under, nor the bitterness, shame, and humiliation that churned in his heart.
But it was this very feeling that gave rise to a reckless thought: 'Things are already this bad. How much more face can I possibly lose?'
"How do you want to settle this?" Feng Ziqi lifted his head. As he gazed at Qin Li's young, handsome face, his vision blurred. A strange thought flashed through his mind: 'Is this person really only twenty? Not some old monster who's lived for hundreds, or even thousands, of years?'
