C45 The Black Sage's Mind

He heaved a long sigh, knowing that his plan had failed.

Compared to Changxie Yikong, the Black Saint was a lot more cruel.

In their eyes, he was just a blade of grass that they could cut.

If he performed well enough, he could live for a few more days. If he performed poorly, he would die immediately.

In the Mo Lu Manor, there was no such thing as affection.

Other than Ying Ping and Chan Wu