At these words, Xu Shenzhi turned to Chen Sheng, his brows tightly knit, looking as if he wanted to speak.
"What is it?"
Chen Sheng raised an eyebrow, his tone holding a hint of scrutiny. "Are you about to ask me to save her?"
If Xu Shenzhi had indeed softened at this moment and pleaded for her, Chen Sheng wouldn't just refuse; he would be utterly disappointed in him.
A man so easily swayed by old flames, so indecisive, was doomed to not get far on the treacherous path of the Martial Dao. He wouldn't be worthy of Chen Sheng's dedicated cultivation.
Xu Shenzhi slowly shook his head, his voice perfectly calm. "Whether this woman lives or dies is entirely for the Captain to decide. Whether you take her Yin Yuan to aid your cultivation or not, this subordinate has no objections whatsoever."
Xu Shenzhi hadn't softened. Instead, he now saw Han Ling'er as nothing more than a resource to be consumed.
