Shi Ji's words were like a key, opening that tightly shut door at precisely the right moment.
A slight crack finally appeared in Qin Feng's eternally calm expression.
Holding his teacup, he shifted his gaze from the blood-red oath rune to Shi Ji's exquisitely beautiful face beside him, which wore a faint smile.
Considerate and intelligent, beautiful inside and out.
This way out she had offered was truly comfortable.
Qin Feng chuckled inwardly. It was his first time acting as someone's backer, so he was still not quite familiar with the business. He had nearly forgotten to squeeze out the remaining value.
Since Shi Ji had taken the initiative to suggest it, he would not stand on ceremony.
Seeing Ao Bing kneeling on the ground, his expression already dazed and his mind nearly on the verge of collapse, Qin Feng finally set down his teacup unhurriedly.
The bottom of the cup touched the table with a soft tap.
The sound was not loud, yet it was like a heavenly pardon, instantly flooding Ao Bing's ears.
His entire body jolted as if struck by lightning. His unfocused gaze regained clarity as he stared fixedly toward the seat of honor.
Qin Feng had finally turned his gaze upon him. His eyes remained calm, but they no longer carried that former icy distance that kept everyone a thousand miles away.
"Very well."
Qin Feng spoke at an unhurried pace, with a hint of reluctant concession in his voice.
"Since your Dragon Clan is so sincere, I shall accompany you on a trip to the East Sea Dragon Palace."
Boom!
Ao Bing's mind instantly went blank.
He agreed?
The senior... agreed?!
Overwhelming ecstasy, like floodwaters bursting through a dam, instantly washed away all his reason. For a moment, he even forgot how to react.