Feng Yin smirked: "Anyway, I've never considered myself a good person. When did I ever say that I was a good man, a gentleman? Besides, when did I promise you that you'd be allowed to die just because you said so?"
His expression suddenly turned grave, and he said, "It seems that the Purple Emperor's remnant soul not only suffers from severe memory loss but also from forgetfulness? I clearly remember telling you that I am different from the rest. They want to extract information, but I simply enjoy tormenting you. I couldn't care less about the information... By the way, do you still remember this statement, Lord Purple Emperor?"
"So... are you saying I'm not trustworthy? Where does that come from?"
"Between you and me, there was never any promise, so what trust is there to speak of?"
The Purple Emperor screamed in horror: "Qing Ming! You promised me! You had promised!"