"I want to enter Luoshen Palace. Do I need to tell you again? Sixty years are up. I need to retrieve the White Water Key." Yu Sicheng lowered his head and picked up his spear again. "Plotting? What plot do I have? What I'm doing is what I should be doing. All along, I've been a petty man... and a small person."
He pressed his lips together again. At this moment, Yu Ziliang had completely immersed into his shoulder, and that intense roar of emotion finally disappeared.
"Lady, after all these years, I have come to knock on your palace doors again," Yu Sicheng sighed indifferently, then he raised his head. Only a cold face remained. He slowly straightened his spear, pointing it at Pei Ye, "Traitor, surrender now or die!"
He charged forward with his spear, drawing a boiling white line in the water.
