Zhao Changhe found that the blind man truly knew how to captivate his universe... Just a few short sentences could stir his blood, making it boil and surge, his breathing roughened by seven or eight degrees.
Although both parties knew their intentions well, Zhao Changhe truly wanted to achieve such a conquest, and Ye Wuming was well aware of it.
Three captures and three releases, only stopping when the knife was against her neck, carried a strong sense of conquest. But unfortunately, even after all that psychological warfare, Ye Wuming's strength was still daunting, far from being easily defeated. Despite all the calculations, it resulted only in mutual destruction... At least from the surface, it seemed the knife was truly at her neck.
It seemed that both sides only sought the symbolic significance of such a scene, the ability to shatter many things, pulling the lofty Ye Wuming down from her pedestal, and Zhao Changhe already felt satisfied.
