After Jiang Wan left, Jiang Shouzhong walked towards the Fifth Prince.
The Fifth Prince, pale-faced, in a panic grabbed Pucha Xiaohua and placed his long knife across the woman's slender neck: "Don't come any closer!"
Jiang Shouzhong felt speechless.
Does this threat work on me?
Perhaps realizing that Jiang Shouzhong did not care at all about Pucha Xiaohua, the Fifth Prince quickly changed his tone and said in a deep voice:
"I am the Fifth Prince of Nanjin Country, the future Emperor. We can cooperate. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. As long as you agree to let me go, any condition can be negotiated."
"And the Jianghu cultivators you captured?"
Jiang Shouzhong asked.
The Fifth Prince hurriedly responded, "They are in this tower. If you let me go, I'll tell you exactly where—"
"Poof!"
However, before he could finish speaking, a flying sword swiftly shot over, piercing through his throat.
The Fifth Prince looked incredulous, his body slowly falling backward.
