Song Xiaotian was rough around the edges, but he paid attention to detail.
Back when I was still a rash young fool, I always listened to him and took his word as my guide.
This time, Wu Huaqing had suddenly caused such a huge stir, even killing Du Yunting. Things were clearly different from before, and Song Xiaotian had noticed it too.
He thought I was hiding something from him.
In truth, it was very simple.
By making an example of Du Yunting, Wu Huaqing was reminding me that the next people he would deal with that way were me and those around me.
But he did not want me to fight him to the death like this.
If I fought him to the death, the people around me would certainly not let me fight alone. The commotion we caused would disturb the waters, and once the waters grew rough, some ships were bound to sink.
Wu Huaqing wanted everything to stay calm. He did not want things to get this big.
He wanted me to walk into his trap, to go to him of my own accord. That way, no ships would sink, and nothing would happen to the people around me.
In other words, I would be sacrificed to save everyone else.
If I refused, he would risk sinking ships to capture me and take me back. But if things truly reached that point, the people around me would certainly suffer.
How could I dare say any of this aloud?
Meng Yifan's career had only just gotten on track, and things were looking up.
Song Xiaotian had started a family. He had relatives and a wife, and he would have children in the future.
Seventh Master had Xiuzhu now too, and he had already let go of many