Jia Zhen's martial arts were admittedly quite formidable. In the martial world, he could have firmly established himself as the master of a sect. But with Song Qingshu attacking at full force in a furious rage, how could he possibly withstand him?
Before long, Jia Zhen had been seized at his vital acupoints by Song Qingshu, and all strength instantly drained from his body.
"What are you going to do?" Jia Zhen was shocked and terrified. His secret chamber was so well hidden, with layers of guards outside, yet he had no idea how this man had entered. Jia Zhen considered his martial arts quite good, but before this man, he had not even the slightest ability to resist. The silver mask on the other man's face emitted an eerie gleam, further deepening his fear.
"Don't you think that question feels awfully familiar?" Song Qingshu sneered. The woman had questioned Jia Zhen in exactly the same way just moments ago. Who would have thought the wheel of fortune would turn so quickly, and now it was Jia Zhen's turn to taste that fear?
Song Qingshu subconsciously glanced at the woman in the chair, and his eyes immediately widened. "Why is it you?"
The woman had fair, creamy skin and beautiful, wandering eyes. Even trapped in danger, the corners of her lips held a faint upward curve. Before she spoke, she already seemed to smile, exuding an indescribable tenderness and charm. Who else could she be but Luo Bing, from whom he had been parted for so long?
After their parting in Shengjing, Luo Bing had broken with Wen Tailai. Yet she could not bring herself to stay openly and peacefully with Song Qingshu, so she accepted Li Yuanzhi's invitation to go to Yangzhou and clear her mind.
Not long ago,