Yao Dang hesitated no longer. He struggled up from the ground and threw himself before Chen Xuanqing with all his strength, clutching Chen Xuanqing's legs with both hands.
Yao Dang's voice trembled with sobs, humble and pleading. "Please... please spare my life, Your Highness! I swear, from now on, I am yours... no, I am your dog! I will do anything for Your Highness. All I ask is that you give me a chance to turn over a new leaf and spare my life."
Yao Dang knew this was his last chance. If Chen Xuanqing refused, his end would be just as miserable as Xue Haoqiong's.
Chen Xuanqing looked at Yao Dang kneeling before him, a flicker of amusement crossing his eyes.
He gently pulled Yao Dang to his feet and, as though welcoming an honored guest, politely brushed nonexistent dust from his clothes.
"Lord Yao Dang, you are a Titled Douluo, a man of exalted standing. Why should you beg a mere Son of God of Spirit Hall for mercy?" There was a hint of mockery in Chen Xuanqing's voice, but above all, an unquestionable authority.
Yao Dang's heart shuddered at those words. He quickly lowered his head and replied respectfully, "You flatter me, Your Highness. I am merely an unaffiliated nobody outside Spirit Hall. I now wish to submit to Spirit Hall and serve Your Highness."
Chen Xuanqing smiled faintly and changed tack. "Still, Spirit Hall needs talented men like you. Why not join Spirit Hall as one of our honored retainers and work alongside us toward its glorious future?"
Overjoyed, Yao Dang nodded repeatedly. "I am willing! From now on, I belong to Spirit Hall. Rest assured, Your Highness, I will keep watch for every rustle of wind and grass concerning Spirit Hall and report any news