"Another time."
With these two words, Muo Huangnian had already settled into the car, and the luxury sedan sped off directly.
The windows weren't open, so all that could be heard inside the car was the nearly inaudible hum of the air conditioning and the low, soft breathing of the woman, resonating in his ears, gradually calming his restless heart as he drove to find her.
"What do you want, revenge, or is there something else you desire?"
His hand on the steering wheel tightened slightly, a calm yet wild smile on the man's face.
Other than revenge, what did he want?
He wanted the position of High Priest that Qin Yansong comfortably held.
He wanted to let Qingyi know from Underworld that he, Duan Qingyi, wasn't born to be a lowly male slave at the mercy of others, neither was Muo Huangnian. Not anyone could just arrange his life, have complete control over him, and decide whether he lived or died.
If he wanted, he could rise up, stand at the pinnacle.
