The man spoke while grinning, smiling sincerely.
"Qingyan, let's continue with this promise."
"Brother..."
Yi Qingyan's eyes sparkled, unblinkingly watching him.
Although many things had happened, and quite a few unfolded unexpectedly, he still believed everything was moving in a positive direction, with a future full of hope.
Most importantly, he was not disappointed. The real King Pingdeng had a strong sense of morality, suffered, and struggled with desires—just as he had imagined in the past, worthy of being followed and admired.
Speaking of "sense of morality"...
"Also, I plan to add another clause to our promise."
Cen Dongsheng said.
"Qingyan, I will try not to become bad."
"...Eh?"
"You've said before that you've fantasized more than once, 'If brother one day became a bad person, you could kill me with a clear conscience,' right?"
"That, that was..."
Yi Qingyan could not answer for a moment.