Huo Yirong's advancing steps suddenly halted.
A force at his feet firmly held him back.
"Master, I will pay any price to save Nangong Chang!"
Su Jingshu was prostrated on the ground, her hands tightly clutching the hem of Huo Yirong's trousers.
The tone of her humble plea had lost earlier resentment, only filled with intense fear.
She was afraid that he would not even leave a chance for Nangong Chang to live.
Huo Yirong frowned, turned back, and looked down at the woman at his feet.
There was a bloodthirsty, brutal cold gleam in his eyes as his lips slightly parted, "Su Jingshu, you disgust me in your current state."
Every word was cold and ruthless.
Su Jingshu's face turned ghastly pale.
The hand that grabbed Huo Yirong's trousers tightened even more but didn't let go.
She pleaded once again, "Master, Nangong Chang cannot die, please spare his life."