Old Man Quan was on the verge of breaking down. Of course, it was not jealousy toward Xu Tong, but regret that had come too late.
If he had been like Xu Tong back then and comprehended the mysteries of Heavenly Dao Lake, perhaps Liu Banruo would not have died.
At that thought, he suddenly remembered what Xu Tong had said earlier: perhaps Liu Banruo was still alive.
But Xu Tong was in Heavenly Dao Lake now, so Old Man Quan could not ask him. The possibility set his heart surging, and he wished he could rush straight in.
He and his wife had been a match made in heaven. They had simply been deceived by Qianye back then.
That fellow had never mentioned his wolfish ambitions, much less said that he wanted Old Man Quan and his wife to do such things.
Had Quan Wuxiang known from the beginning, he would never have taken his wife to join Qianye.
The two of them had been renowned throughout the Rivers and Lakes. Young and hot-blooded in those days, Quan Wuxiang had fought his way across the world without finding an equal.
They had never lacked money. What they lacked was a worthy opponent.
Perhaps Qianye had grasped their temperaments and known they were people who honored their promises.
He had deliberately laid a trap and made a wager with them. A scheming scion of a great family like him certainly had no shortage of stratagems.
Moreover, he had come prepared, specifically targeting the two of them, so Quan Wuxiang and Liu Banruo had walked straight into his trap.
Seeing how generous Qianye was and knowing nothing of his true nature, they had agreed to serve him for three years.
But when they first joined him, Quan Wuxiang had made it